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saw two songs by the assistant and i realized that all i do is expect from people, from social situations. i never give, i don't know what i have to give but i don't think i am ever going to recieve the warm welcome i want without the returning act. it struck me so hard watching the waving hands and sweaty faces, this whole mass a creature, a cycle, a scale. i hate it that way but it's better. i am sick of believing nothing goes right because it does. i think. i hope. i don't know how to jump start, i know i want to. i always know the problems.
by the way, i know things work out right. the writing's in the sand.
by the way, i know things work out right. the writing's in the sand.