  i'm fucking sick of feeling depressed, oppressed, smothered with social pressure and the calamities of the world around me.
i want to let my hair down, be free in my own individual sense, to forget the images that haunt my memory tonight. at the end of that documentary, i spoke quietly to myself; "I need a drink after that one. " and i went for a few hours later once i got home and found myself completely alone.
i still see those mangled faces, still transpose those traumas on my own mug... i can't help but ingest some of the blunt/burden of such attrocities. i can't get them out of my head. but i can drink them away. i feel like emailing my reactions to aneil, my prof. but first, i think i want to ask him if it's ok/appropriate first. if he'll allow me the outlet. 
