I am so angry at you. I'm trying to figure out where this anger comes from, and I've come to realize that it comes from a place of disappointment.
I'm disappointed in you. You made me believe you were a different person than what you ended up to be.
I'm disappointed because you made me believe that you could be better than this.
I'm disappointed because you said you were mature enough to handle it, but apparently you weren't.
At the end of the day, it all boils down to choices. And you chose not to rise to the occasion.
