So my "helpful" roommate, read that as toxic person, attempted an oil change on my car. He broke something. It's done. My life needs to be rearranged and I'll have to do something I didn't want to do. I put it off. I shouldn't have, but I did. So now I'll be making a move and rebuilding my life, and I do resent the outside influence that came into my life and the way this was forced upon me. There is anger and hatred. I don't know when or if I'll ever forgive this.
At the moment I'm coping with so much anger I'm amazed I'm not smashing things, well I am at work and there's nothing to smash. I'll calm down. Eventually. I don't know when. I'm not focusing on any of the problems. I'll just hold my anger until it dissapates, or I explode in fury. I'm done with all of it.