It's never been more over than ever before.
That feeling of realizing your freedom is compromised, forever subsumed to worshipping a crook, is so terrifying and haunting.
The Donald has claimed the Resolute Desk once again, and this time he has brought terrible members with him.
My friends will suffer.
The peaceful days seemed to be over from now on, for he knows his action will influence the world as a whole, and I would just stand there and watch. I don't know how people will comply or fight against whatever he has promised in the past, but it's always the fear of the unknown that is the most prominent. We don't know what will come to us.
I'm not worried about myself, and it seems like my real life friends aren't swayed by his unexpected win, but I have friends, out there, who had just discovered themselves, and will live with the fact they will be ostracized and eradicated out of the Land of the Free. Friends whom i cherish and have fun with, will wear that depressed face for the rest of their lives, growing up with the entire world against them, literally.