This hurts. This is gutting, like the wind has been knocked out of us. When you have to wake up in the morning in a fog, trying to remember what horrible thing had happened and then you feel the weight slowly pressing on your chest. This feels personal. But, why does this feel so personal? Why are we experiencing mourning? Why did I ugly cry? I’ve lost elections before (Bush, anyone?), but not like this. This is not just my liberal butt being whooped, it’s what this represents. Life is not just literal, it is also symbolic. When someone demeans and insults you and then is elected, it’s personal. To the people who are scorning the liberals being upset, I think you’re missing the point. I don’t necessarily agree with protesting that Trump got elected because it’s unproductive, but I would be the first on the streets to protest if he starts doing what he said he would. People are personally upset and here’s why:

After drinking too much and crying my way through Tuesday night, I opened my computer (with which I was watching the election) to find a tissue plastered to the screen in some sad comedy.

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