...but I'm not. I mean, I
am *eyes overdue Erised fic* but I'm not, because I keep stopping to think about how I live in a country with a POS man as president, and how people now think it's open season on me because of my color, and on my friends because of who they love, or who they ARE, and I start to get pissed off again.
I meant to catch up on writing drabbles, like
snarry100, for which I will put up a new prompt later, and
hogwarts365, which is due tomorrow, but I am not feeling it right now.
All I feel is depressed and bitter and pissed off.
And to the people at work who tried to tell me how just because they voted for Trump it doesn't make them racist? Fuck you!
I had to GTFO before I did or said something bad. I have to work with these people for at least 2 more years. After that? All bets are off.
HOW did this happen? WTF? I just... *exhales*
How do I feel?
Michelle Wolf says it perfectly:
(Link
here if the embed doesn't work.)