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I don’t know what’s wrong with me, says Marianne. I don’t know why I can’t be like normal people.
"Somehow he was expressing more emotion than at any time in his life before, while simultaneously feeling less, feeling nothing."
But it was hard to dismiss something she had admittedly been hearing all her life from various sources: that she was mentally unwell and needed help.
Well, I don’t feel lovable. I think I have an unlovable sort of… I have a coldness about me, I’m difficult to like.
Even in a memory she will find this moment unbearably intense, and she's aware of this now, while it's happening.











