and i feel like the reason why I am so upset with you is really because I’m upset at myself.  I’m upset that you can so easily, effortlessly and carelessly bring out all of my insecurities that dwell beneath the surface with your kind. All of the list of facts I have been building in my mind to prevent me from getting hurt, I’m angry that you’re breaking them.  Angry at myself because I should know better, angry at you because you have no clue what you’re doing.  You’re just trying to be a good person.

This is why I find relationships so taxing.