I'm still angry with T. I'm not sure whether I am angry with him for not agreeing with me, or for pointing out things that show how broken and unfixable I am (not that he thinks I am, but he's wrong about that), or because in a way it feels like when he disagrees he is mocking me because it is impossible to disagree about that particular thing in earnest.

Or perhaps I'm mostly angry with myself for being a loser.