but who can no longer relate to me as a friend, no matter how hard he tries.
As a result, I’ve never shared my outlook on life or my long-pondered theories with anyone but my diary and, once in a while, Margot.
I’ve hid anything having to do with me from Father, never shared my ideals with him, deliberately alienated myself from him.
I couldn’t have done it any other way. I’ve let myself be guided entirely by my feelings.
It was egotistical, but I’ve done what was best for my own peace of mind.
I would lose that, plus the self-confidence I’ve worked so hard to achieve,
if I were to be subjected to criticism halfway through the job.
It may sound hard-hearted, but I can’t take criticism from him either,
because not only do I never share my innermost thoughts with him, but I’ve pushed him even further away by being irritable.
This is a point I think about quite often: why is it that he annoys me so much sometimes?
I can hardly bear to have him tutor me, and his affection seems forced.
I want to be left alone, and I’d rather he ignored me for a while until I’m more sure of myself when I’m talking to him!
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