Bad Romance
At the end, we somehow ended up driving to his place instead of mine, and the worst part was that the situation was entirely my fault because I had been so angry with him earlier that I stormed out of the house without thinking properly, climbed into his stupid car out of pure frustration, and only realized much later that I had left my purse behind on the kitchen counter, the very purse that contained everything I needed, including my house key, my wallet, and even my phone charger.