Out

I need to get out of here. I can't stand being rejected anymore, and I know it's me who's doing most of the rejection. Just one thing from someone else can mean too much, far too much to me. I feel rejected even when nobody's rejected me, when I fear rejection. Being out is being free of self-rejection.

Out....

Vancouver isn't that bad of a place to be out. It looks like, anyway. I can recharge there. And talk to Dad about what might still haunt me.

Who knows.

Maybe.

Always maybe. That's what my hook-up guy who probably doesn't want to go out with me told me every time I asked him something. Maybe. Why always maybe?

How about definitely?

Definitely.

This show needs to get its ass on the road.

And math needs to stop being so difficult... and lonesome.

The Japan path I feared specifically for the lonesome part which renders things difficult. Matter of fact, I think it's the fact that math is so lonesome that makes it so difficult nowadays. But put in grad school and people who also enjoy math (which I do to a definitely nonzero positive extent but how much is "left to the reader to prove") and I think it'll all come together.

Who wants my passion?

I think math does. And it's whichever guy it is out there that wants all my passion who'll be the guy that becomes perfect, given that he's a guy I like.

I can see baseball in the summer. I can see spring. I can see summer.

Summer's coming out again.