With what happened earlier today in the New York City area, I now have proof that political pogroms and civil war in what used to be the States is inevitable.

It’s officially the first day of December. And is likely to be the last decent month in human history before everything implodes in every way imaginable.

Well, today is Thanksgiving. Or Sucksgiving in my case, knowing the overall situation and my circumstances. Included not having a date join me and my parents for the feast and the unnerving feeling that civil war is on its way.

The more I hear about the outside world, the more I wonder if a violent death is going to be my fate…

I made some experimental wax melts for myself today. I believe they will turn out well, though I know they won’t be able to cover of the stink that is the atmosphere of my part of the world.

Every time I see what used to be my nation’s flag flopping around, I feel sick. Hasn’t anyone realized that we have rendered my geography’s nation as illegitimate thanks to recent developments?

I’m pleased that there are some people on InterPals that are willing to overlook my nationality, even if I still believe that I am a garbage person and will remain that way for the rest of my life.

I’m now complete garbage by global opinion, and if that is enough grounds for my extermination (along with the rest of what used to be my nation), so be it.

I believe that my nation will make the last mistake it will ever make with this election, knowing the reality in place and the global opinions on the States. I want to flee the States so I can receive some peace of mind, but I know that they won’t tolerate my existence. And if I cannot get out of the States or otherwise lock myself away in a mental hospital or similar facility for at least the next four years - if not longer - in protest, then I would choose self-destruction as a final act against something I never wanted and that has never accepted in me as an autistic individual.

I hope the outside world approves of this, if only so I can be spared the shame of being one of the most toxic of labels: an American.