I think I am special, and that in spite of the odds and what I’ve been carefully taught, special things are therefore due me. I am talented. I work hard. And, in spite of the drugs I occasionally take, I am not particulary self-destructive… I look good and act good. I try real hard. A good girl. But of course, I am wrong.

The Gangster of Love (1996) by Jessica Hagedorn
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