Fury

I don't know what's going to happen today. Or at the end of January. Or in February. Or after that. I only know that this never should have happened. I have been told not to hate anyone. I have been told to go to work today, to keep going as long as DoD wants to keep me, to survive. Then again, under Trump, maybe I'll just be thrown out onto the street. That'll leave my conscience cleaner, at least. Might leave my mom and me in serious trouble, though.
And right now, my main emotion is rage. This is who people allowed to get into power. This is who men were willing to hand the country to rather than vote for a woman. This is who way too much of this country is cheering for. I had once hoped after 2008 I could stop being ashamed to be American. I don't think I'll ever stop being ashamed ever again. I certainly will never forgive anyone who voted for Trump, or anyone who voted to Stein in a swing state, or anyone who enabled all this. This is unforgivable. This is no longer my country. Not when it told me last night exactly what it thinks of me. Now it's just where I'm unfortunate enough to live.