There's something I want to say, but I cannot.
There's an impulse in my mind that I must short-circuit.
I gave up the freedom to say what I think in order to become a journalist.
And it's sad, because I don't really have opinions about outcomes. My opinions are mostly about the process and about attitudes.
There are days when the negativity depresses me. These days are common.
I can never go into details. Who would care what I think anyway?
I will only say that I wish humans didn't have this innate instinct to piss over other humans all the time.
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