There is

Something

Wrong with me.

Look, I did get mad at her, and I was out of place, but she overreached.

Still, I will let her pin it all on me.

I will take her words and absorb it all like a sponge.

Maybe I'll even believe half of it.

I am well and truly a doormat.

I value our friendship more than my feelings, so I will apologize, and agree to everything she accuses me of.

I don't care about my feelings, I care more about hers.

I will let her walk on me, I don't care.

What she's saying is probably true.

I'm the screw up.

It's always my fault.

Everything's my fault.

I don't know why all my friends are still my friends, I think they'd be better off without me.