Why I'm I always angry? Why do I feel safe in this state of anger?All this questions keep running through my mind every day and night,but I can't help but feel I'm on edge anything I'm in this state. Why be so angry when I can be happy?

       I am Sasha a cheerful,loving, and happy child with a lot of friends and well wishers. I'm an Ss3 student aspiring to be an artist when I come of age, my dreams are wild and to big says Bertha my best friend, whatever is my my response. I'm almost turning 18yrs in a few days ,mixed feelings, I'm scared I said to Bertha I think I'm growing to fast, I'm I gonna be successful? what if i don't achieve my dreams? Bertha held my hands you are just a joke and we both laughed so hard that tears came running down my cheeks, common look at me ,she said I am 18 already I can't say I didn't feel this way but itz comes with a sense of responsibility,itz a time where u get find yourself, be the better version of yourself and and make decisions that poineers your future,dreams and aspirations. I'm also scared of growing I guess itz too hard she said with a sour tone but as long as you are here with me i believe we can achieve anything we set our mind to together with a smile on her face and i embraced her tightly.

        I'm 18years old today but I'm having the worst feeling I have ever felt in my entire life, anger,pain and regret why? I do not know this is the beginning of my plight.    Doors shut while i wallow in pains all alone in my room and i felt safe, responsible and on edge ,I had asked mommy not to let anyone into my room even Bertha she asked yes mommy especially Bertha I screamed with a loud bang on the door, I felt different instantly why because I shut my Mom from asking further questions,I began to thing am I taking charge already, I worst became the best feeling I shut everybody out including Bertha,I don't interact in class like I use to obviously I can make my own decisions.

  This point of my life made me grumpy and picky I talked less and is always alone,I felt safe in this state where I have to answer to nobody, make decisions for myself and I felt I was right but obviously I wasn't I ket anger and fear over power my free spirit to life and caged my self with a of adult responsibility rendering me null and mute to speaking up and sharing with my loved ones, My Mom use to say you are the product of what comes out of your mouth or who you portray. I will say ANGER IS ME.