Here I am again. Angry, sad, resentful, disappointed, and upset. I put my faith, yet again, into someone who I thought would pull through, grow with me, and hold a healthy companionship with. I don't know why I am this way. Well, I actually do know and I know it stems from my upbringing. You know, psychology 101.
I feel bad for this person, because they are struggling with mental health and it hurts to see them struggle so hard to stay mellow. I can't imagine what it feels like to have a rage disorder.