This Side of Paradise.

I don't feel ok. I feel exposed and alone and a little bit angry. I don't think he did it on purpose, breaking down into tears this morning was merely a culmination of last night's hasty and fully awkward conversation, all courtesy of what he calls my emotional disrepair. And he's right, though I try so hard to distance myself from my damage, to convince myself that I can overcome it and make it a lesser part of who I am. It's all so dramatic and I'm unsure if I should be directing my anger towards him or myself, I can't even begin to unravel every emotion that is surfacing let alone assign responsibility to any person or particular painful memory. And maybe this could have been avoided had I been able to answer last nights simple question.