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i'm depressed and angry and frustrated and irritable and cranky. i don' want to do anything. i think i'm still bumming about my parents screaming all last weekend. i have a show to write. or finish writing. because some of the writers backed out and one i have to rewrite because the grammar is atrocious. i don't want to do anything. nothing. NOTHING. and i had fucked up frustrating angry dreams all night and i found myself waking up shouting more than once (but falling back to sleep again immediately). don't want to watch anything, don't want to make anything, don't want to sew, don't want to write. NOTHING. and i torchured myself earlier by letting myself dwell on my family situation and now angry i am that i've jumped through my hoopps and the state is still fucking getting ready to get out of the gate. and how my mother has made it all about her. and how people are beating the fuck out of their kids and they take mine. i'm hungry but i don't want to eat anything. and my foot is being fucked up again.