My single friendship shines brightly before me, and is fascinating—and always just out of my reach.
I want the love and sympathy of human beings, and I repel human beings.
Yes, I repel human beings.
There is something about me that faintly and finely and unmistakably repels.
When my Happiness comes, shall I be able to have it? Shall I ever have anything?
This repellent power is not an outward quality. It is something that comes from deeply, deeply within. It is something that was there in the Beginning. It is a thing from the Original.
There is no ridding myself of it. There is no ridding myself of it. There is no ridding myself of it.
Oh, I am damned—damned!
There is not one soul in the world to feel for me and with me—not one out of all the millions. No one can understand—no one.
You are saying to yourself that I imagine this.