Dark Times
I feel like this blog is waiting for me. It wants me to speak my mind.
But there's nothing I could write here that others haven't written already. Better than I could ever do.
We lost. The hate won. People will die. For being the wrong skin color. For their religion. For loving the wrong gender. Because they are the others. People voted for that. They think those people deserve to die.
The future looks bleak. My thoughts keep circling about what's coming and at the same time I try not to think them. Trying not to put them into words as if that could keep them from happening.
I haven't felt this shitty since a long time.
I'm numb. I'm tired. I'm scared.