So unleash the virus, let the radiation spread. We'll find peace and happiness as soon as we're all dead.

 I don't even know where to fucking start, I just need to scream.

What the fuck, America?? 

The atrocities are coming daily. The worst possible scenario is no longer a potential danger, it is fucking here. And half of you actually voted for this.

Two of my closest friends voted for this. My fucking parents voted for this. They fell hook line and sinker for easily refutable sensationalist garbage that is allowed to present itself as "news."

If you voted for this, do me a favour and fuck straight off to hell, and never darken this blog's doorstep with your presence again. You chose fascism. You chose the oligarchy. You're either a bigot or too stupid to be allowed to vote. 

This is not about politics anymore. This is about good vs. evil. Evil is winning and no one is even trying to rise up against it. Because how can we? What can we possibly do when so many of our neighbours are rabid for the blood of their supposed enemies, and our elected officials sit around with their heads up their asses? 

I don't have answers, I just have this: Take care of each other. You don't believe in the whole "trans thing"? Fine. Whatever. That doesn't mean you can't treat trans people like PEOPLE. The same for any people who are not exactly like you. Kindness costs nothing. 

I'd like to get the fuck out of this country, but I don't have the means to do so. Also, I love it here. I don't really want to leave just because the orange antichrist and the space nazi have taken over. I want to fight for what I have, but I don't know how. I want to stand up against this nonsense, but I don't know how.

 aaaaaaaaand I'm out of air and energy. If I survive the next four years without accidentally overdosing on something, I will be amazed.

I just need to yell into the void

 My best friend in the world, Mikey (known on this blog simply as M.) died yesterday. 

We're not sure yet if it was an accidental overdose or his heart just gave out, or a combo of both. He died in his sleep in the wee hours of Thursday morning. 

I'm still in shock kind of. Like it's hit me, but it also hasn't. My brain cannot accept the fact of a world that does not include Mikey. We were soul mates. We were supposed to grow old together, become those scary old hags in the creepy house at the edge of town with a ton of cats.

But now he's gone. I feel like part of myself is gone as well. He's been my best friend since like 1999. I've told him things about my life that I could never tell anyone else, and vice versa. He was the one person I loved and trusted most in the world. I know I'm lucky to have had a relationship like that; it's not something everyone gets to experience. But this loss is truly shaking me to my core.

So I just needed to vent this somewhere. 

I truly hope anyone of you still reading are doing well, and enjoying the holiday season.