Harry let out a deep breath. "Okay," he said, but it was more of an echo than anything else. He didn't quite know where to start. Or even whether he should start. It still seemed unfair to burden her with his problems.
"I'm angry," he said, after what felt like several minutes. "Just... angry, all the time. It's like when I was fifteen and it was like the whole world was against me - which, to be fair, it kind of was. Except now I can't just yell and scream and throw things and insult my elders to make myself feel better."