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Saturday, March 6
Obviously it's difficult for me to view myself from an outside perspective. I can't know exactly what I sound like to you, or what I smell like to you, or what I look like to you.
How I think and how I react are the only ways I know how to think and react, and how I speak and how I joke and how I show dislike and how I show affection and how I show effort and how I show excitement are all the only ways I know how to do all of those things, too. Anyway, my cousins are over and now I must go and socialize and exhibit to them how maximally awkward their genes will allow them to be. I don't know, sometimes I feel like everyone got some sort of email or handbook and I didn't.

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