CONTENT WARNING: Strong language, suicide.
I enjoy emulating the feelings of the author of a work, as much as possible, so I will preface this post with the music I am listening to as I write this. I have opted for a sadder playlist for this post, as my mood swings have brought me to sadness at this hour. I specifically felt inspired by “Heather” by Conan Gray, and I am listening to it as I write this post.
Just today, I woke up and my heart sunk. Donald J Trump had won the presidency. The energy and brightness I saw in Kamala died. I wanted a country where I could live in peace and harmony. I wanted someone to lead our country to being a unified place where goodness was encouraged. Everything else in my life was falling apart, and she almost seemed like my last hope.
Instead, I simply see a hateful future, as our society slips into something even worse than it was before. I had no chance to state my opinion. My future could be ruined, and I had no say in it at all.
I am sick of this.
Why do we have to hate? Why do we have to waste our energy on hurting people? Why are people like this? When we spread hate, we cause a ripple effect. I’m sure there are people who have taken their lives, simply from the election results. Numbers on a screen.
The thing is… it’s not just numbers on a screen. Those numbers are what people will kill for. Exploit. Abuse. All because they want their opinions heard. Not just any opinions… ones that will cause real harm.
I came into school, and was moved by two people in specific… their names I will not mention. Both of them are LGBTQ+ and had the chance to cast votes. Their emotions were drastically different, although masking them as good as I have ever done. We know our lives might be over soon. We might not be able to have the one thing that impacts our lives, sometimes more than everything else in life. Love.
I truly wish the best for all of us out there, but I am unsure where I can find the light in this situation. I wish I could have ended on a better note. I wish I could have given you, the reader, suggestions or hope… I simply have no more words.