I was about 11 years old and very angry at my mother. Failing was a way of getting even. But it hurt me, too. Oh, well. Who cared.
I also punished myself to punish my doctor I was so mad at him. It’s not good for me to get emotionally involved with anyone. Because I don’t value my life enough to use common love and common sense.
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