Another Failed Attempt

I woke up the next day(?) feeling like absolute shit.

Everything went wrong last time. I couldn't handle recalling the memories of that son of a bitch and went into an uncontrollable rage. I'm so fucking pathetic...

My hands are healed, strangely enough. The blood, the pain, and the swelling were all gone as if my tantrum last time did not happen. Zephyr must've healed it while I was unconscious. 

I looked around and saw that Zephyr is still there.

"I'm sorry, Zephyr. I gave up too easily."

"It is fine. I never said that this would be easy. Overcoming trauma is a long and hard process. Setbacks are expected."

He's right but... this feels impossible. It's not just that hatred and anger that affects me, but the inferiority complex I've felt for so many years in my past life is appearing.