“And I could never understand why you were insensitive to the sorrow and shame you inflicted on me with your words and judgements it was as if you didn't sense your own power. And I certainly made you ill with words; but I knew what I was doing, though it hurt me, but I couldn't control myself. I couldn't hold back my words though I regretted them. But you landed blows with your words and you were clueless - you never pitied anybody, not then, not later - and people were defenceless before you.”

~Franz kafka~
(Dearest father) 
Kafka's letter to his father. https://image.nostr.build/e858d16b1590e9add03e02fb513f8dbda36a77034967499279aa459299ca91c4.jpg  

 Butt Hurt.