That little girl and her little Book

I guess I shouldn't be surprised... After every good moment in life there's a bad one... Had a great day today at church and so there had to be something bad to compensate the good part...You just don't expect your father to get so mad about such a small insignificant thing... It's not normal for a girl to be scared of her dad... I mean yeah, he's right to be mad at me and yell at me... But he's not supposed to use physical strength. It left me broken and hurt. And it's not the physical pain that is so bad... It's the idea that a strong man like him can hit a girl like me without even thinking... He hasn't beat me up or anything... But it still hurts. So bad. I'm small, what am I in front of a man like him? I'm supposed to be the little girl he's proud of, the little girl he protects and loves. Instead I'm the little girl who's always not right, always does the wrong things, is always lazy and stupid. Lord help me cause i don't know how much more brokenness i can take...