whenever i have completely bitter moments, i step out of my miserable bubble and think : honey your existential problems are nothing compared to real people's real problems, so shut down your ridiculous pity party and get over yourself. but knowing what's right and feeling what you know you ought to be feeling are two different experiences. i was going to say "feeling what's right" but that statement is false because all feelings are true, if not always morally or ethically right. anyway, i feel like i inadvertently od'ed on bitter pills sometime in between sleepland and waking and i am grappling with whether i should succumb to the pull of the pity party or somehow find a mindless distraction until i can figure out how to escape.