and I have a sudden-onset bipolar depressive episode that abruptly shuts down my night and robs me of the opportunity to spend time with my friends and cast members.
I hate it that I sat immobilized in my car for 30 minutes tonight before I was able to summon the presence of mind to drive home.
I hate it that I keep getting crushes on straight guys.
I hate it that the arrogance and corruption and immaturity and willful ignorance and daily manifestations of ineptitude coming from trump and his vile, insular orbit are so pervasive and so ubiquitous and now so normalized that we all just roll our eyes after each bombshell and wait a day for the next bombshell, which somehow STILL doesn't land them all in prison.
I hate that I'll read this in the morning and be embarrassed that I posted it. But it's what's in my head, it's why I'm sitting at home in the dark right now instead of enjoying a late cast party, and it's my free therapy. And somehow I feel less bottled up and alone when I dump my thoughts and troubles out in the universe so I can sleep.
Good night.
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