BUS (Break Up Stage): Anger

Yesterday was crazy.

I hated myself for calling him the other day - all day - only to get ignored.
I hated myself more for calling him, yet again, at 4 in the morning to get a grumpy answer and to tell him off about him not loving me anymore, as if I could expect him to answer me with a great big smile, full of love because I told him I can't take him anymore.
I hated my friend who 'wants to be there for me', but ignored my messages and calls as well the other day.
I hated him more for repeatedly calling me tanga for calling my ex. I know what I did was, indeed, stupid. But nobody calls me that but myself.
I hated myself for probably making the wrong decision.

I'm assuming that was the phase called; Anger.

Later that day though, a new guy caught my interest; this 'friend' called as if nothing happened and cheered me up, and the ex called to tell me about his pasalubong for me.

I felt better but I didn't like what I've observed: My happiness depends on the men around me. Realizations, they may not be good, but it's true... Unfortunately. I should do something about it... Hmm...