It is one thing to have one's brother hate one. It is a totally separate thing to be indifferent towards his hatred. Which is worse: one's brother hating one, or one's indifference towards the hatred. Ahh, I see we have stumbled upon yet another great mystery!
Gosh, sometimes I just don't know what I'm doing anymore. Sometimes I feel like I'm falling apart. Sometimes, I wonder if I did the right thing. I think I did. I'm sure I did. Right?
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