I just. I need to feel a shred of hope. Something to cling to. I'm running out...

And I'm living through shit that the average cis person would consider nightmarish!
I can't think about it for much longer. I'll make it through this, then I'll shed my tears. One day, someone'll listen and help me fix the years of trauma.
I have to believe.

And nobody's going to see this story, or any of the million worse out there, because they're scared to look, or worse, they're laughing about it.

I'm living through an experience most people only see in movies and TV. I have to remind myself every day to keep going, that that's how I resist it. I can't let myself think too hard about it or I'll cry for hours.
Fuck, I'm crying now.

Got kicked out when I was 17. Got lucky. Had some family willing to take me in. Ended up recovering from that for 8 months, mostly in bed.
Still spend most of my time in bed... well, at least I have a couch now to diversify my bedrotting portfolio!
I consider myself one of the lucky ones.

"What kind of future are we leaving for our children" is no longer asked. Billionaires and their cronies have evolved into beings that can't think more than six months out. Nobody is building anything to last or endure. Kids today are raised in a world where humans are sacrificed eagerly for profit.

The kids are fine. The society we are gifting them is fucked.