I’m not a steady person. When I get angry I don’t yell, I give a cold shoulder. When I’m mad at myself I treat other people poorly. When I’m upset I push everyone away and regret it. I can’t stay mad at people who do me wrong for too long and I have way too much love to give. I can treat someone I love like I’ll never see them again or like my love for them never existed. No, don’t get me wrong, I love them, I really do. I just have an awful habit of destroying things I love because that’s what I learned from my parents.