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My Different Personalities Leave Me In Peace Now.

Why Do We Go Around Acting As Though Everything Was Friendship And Reliability When Basically Everything Everywhere Is Full Of Sudden Hate And Ugliness?

How One Can Live Without Being Able To Judge Oneself, Criticize What One Has Accomplished, And Still Enjoy What One Does, Is Unimaginable To Me.

What I Have Always Wanted For Myself Is Much More Primitive. It Is Probably Nothing More Than The Affection Of The People With Whom I Am In Contact, And Their Good Opinion Of Me.

Papa Continually Emphasizes How Much Remains Unexplained. With The Other Psychoanalytic Writers, Everything Is Always So Known And Fixed.