Me too.

This, T, is why I do not let anger into my being.

I am f***end up. You just didn't realise how much until now. You will never understand me T. How do you think I can possibly rest with all of this going on inside me. I don't think you understand how all consuming this is.

I am sorry that I dragged you into this. Or did you drag me into it?

I hate me.