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June 27, 2011
I don't think she meant it to sound the way it did. Like when I told her a few years later, in a moment of weakness, that I loved writing, and that I wanted to be a writer like my brother (who she talked about as if he was Hemingway himself). She said absent-mindedly, "Some of us are meant to be special, and some of us are just meant to be normal". I have carried that with me for about 35 years. I don't want to be like her.

I don't want to be filled with hatred and jealousy.