“This isn’t a joke,” she said. “Why am I the only one doing all the work?”

Don’t underestimate the amount of psychic damage this shit can do to someone. I’m trans, living next to a university in a solid blue county in Texas. I’m probably gonna be fine over the next four years. Probably.

Yet, I have the urge to live as though these are my last days because the world is overwhelmingly against me.

I know there’s a very real chance that if I don’t move, then I’ll be fucked.

I know that, with my education, it really probably wouldn’t be that hard to find a job that’ll allow me to work remotely or that is based in a blue state. Yet I’m dead inside from all the hate and anger. I’ve managed to keep my head down and avoid most of the hate that’d be directed at me personally, but it still hurts.