He had many issues. Ones he disclosed with the trust and maybe even a little resent. They poured out of him like water does in a watering can. Once he started, he could never stop. Maybe the exhaustion i felt from hearing it was bad, maybe i was a bad person for not listening the way he wanted me to but it didn't start like that. When he first told me the makings of his mind it was like the monster in him suddenly went silent. As though he put it to rest by finally getting it off his chest. The downfall of this being that killing his monster brought out my own.
