Well then.

I simply was feeling like I was being ripped apart at the seams. I felt like half of me was just getting up and leaving. I have never been through that kind of pain before in my life. It was the most awful thing I have ever gone through. You don't seem to understand the pain you have caused me, even if you didn't want to, or tried your hardest not to. The first part of the grieving process is sadness, the second anger. I was simply angry at you for what you had done to me. I turned everything that you said into something that hurt me, something for me to be angry at, to make myself feel better even if it didn't deep down. It may be selfish in a sense, yet it helped me overcome the pain.
I don't feel this way toward you now; I've moved on from that. Someone close to me taught me how to rid myself of these feelings at all, and it helped me a great deal. I've learned everyone has a choice, and I chose to be angry because it made the pain leave my heart, if only temporarily. I understand how my words would hurt you, believe me I do. I feel no hatred toward you now. I was just angry because I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I've learned to accept the truth now, and that in itself has made the pain evaporate.