Lately, I've been struggling with this deep feeling of frustration, this sense that the world won't let me be who I want to be. I've been thinking that I'm Nonbinary, which in our current environment might as well be a death sentence, and I've been thinking about working on expressing myself more. Except that I can't afford to do that. Even if I had a nine-to-five job, I would just have to spend all of my money on food. I'm one of the luckiest people in the world, and I just can't feel happy anymore, not when Genocide is now so acceptable that the news doesn't comment on it at all. I just can't believe in our Reality anymore. Not when it's nothing more than an extension of the Infinite.