As I look at Facebook at all the commotion, I soon realize what had happened. The enemy won. He may not be an enemy to some, but he and his fellow evils are enemies to most. Gay, religion, immigration, and more. Sadness washes over me, for I am one of them. I am one of the forces their against. I am a bisexual woman who suffers from most, and I am in danger. I am in danger of losing my freedom of loving whoever the hell I want. I am in danger of losing my rights to medicine I need for my cramps and periods, for they are like mini heart attacks going off in my lower abdomen. I am in danger of not getting the testing and medication I need for my unnamed stomach problems. I am at risk of becoming a target, one way or another they will destroy me. But not today. Because I am living and breathing, four months later. Sure, it had ruined my coming out to my mother but that was a bit on me. But I was scared. Scared for what might happen. But I am also scared for the people around me. And I am worried that war will start. Nuclear, wipeout life. Wipeout the future that I finally, dearly want. If all ends well- which is not how it looks from here- I will praise a lord I do not believe in.
What's next Mandela Effect?
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RandomBasically I shall rant about things here. Whatever I feel, whether its about someone or not, I'm gonna rant. Because I NEED to get it out. Little things always get to me. These rants might be to a specific person, some might be to a whole group of p...
