You walked into my room with no sort of respect for me or my belongings and asked me why I was in such a bad mood, I'm certain you couldn't imagine a more descriptive word even though you're n English major, and I had an almost overwhelming need to say 'Because I'm trapped in a world where loving her is not excepted yet abusing your child in every possible way but physically (most of the time), seeing self inflicted scars across her wrists and ignoring them, and driving her to the point where she feels this miniscule, is'