What does it feel like to wake up at 3am to shocking news. I was unable to sleep afterwards. The country I grew up loving as a child has become something I no longer recognize. 

I might be cold when I walk outside but I’d rather be cold then surpressed or told that my aspirations no longer matter. Maybe it’s the crotch grabbing new not my president. How come a reporter loses his job & he wins. There’s something seriously wrong with that logic. 

I count my blessings when I go to bed, lucky to be out. Maybe I’ll just stay out?