Everything I touch turns to shit.

Grades, people, clothes, assignments, furniture, locations, friendships, romances...
Everything I come in contact with fails. Oh no, not really. Every endeavor is what goes wrong.

Get outta my business

Who said I was going to sleep? eh?
Nobody told you to jump to conclusions. That thing you needed to get off your chest? No. I don't think it was bothering you in any way. I know for a fact that any bad grades that come my way are my problem and my problem alone, so you don't need to feel any responsibility for my actions. I may be sulky after I do get a bad grade. And? You're plenty sulky after your own bad grades. Aren't I allowed a little? Leave me alone.

I Try

I really do try my hardest not to be a shitty friend. I don't say mean things about you, I agree with you whenever I can.

If I tell someone I'm mad at someone else, because of random things they do that are slightly annoying, like chewing too loudly, or talking in the movie theater.

I really do try to stay impartial to people's morals, upbringing, manners of speech, etc. They say mean things? Okay, I mean, to each his own until someone is really hurt.

So when you want me to agree to complain about those very things, I try not to. I try to see the best in people, because sometimes it's not their fault.

So don't blow up at me because I'm not angry alongside you. Especially when you're being a shitty friend too.