Its not anger.
It’s the sadness that initially came and laced with a cloud of anger as that was the only way I know.
To push the sadness and disappointments and pity away as far as possible.
Being in an angry state is denial, or a pause sign, to all thoughts and feelings that will creep me in my sleep that I never want to face.
The words of encouragements and apologies felt too foreign in these undeserving arms of mine.
Things are slipping by and I can’t do anything than to retort in a childlike manner to extreme situations.