I, along with many others, have been emotionally exhausted due to the events of Tuesday night/Wednesday morning. As I rode the downtown R train back to my apartment I noticed a very different New York City. As the overcast sky covered above us I saw my fellow city goers all in a very dismal state of mine. Not many spoke as I traveled to 8th street and the few who did exchanged words of worry and sadness.

I would like to make a small announcement to those who have decided to mock people like myself who are more than pissed off at the results of the election. I have been told to stop complaining, stop worrying, get over it, and above all I was told I am butthurt.

While the term itself doesn't have a very appealing sound to it, it basically means the same as when my football team loses on a Sunday afternoon. It's that lame feeling you get when you've gloated a good grade just to find out you got a C while your friend passed with flying colors. The last adjective I would use to describe myself is butthurt.

While I will not stop venting, I will not stop worrying, and I won't get over it, I have to stand up for myself here. This isn't just about watching a team lose by a touchdown and patiently waiting to try again the next weekend. No, this is about my future. This is about the future of everyone who is female, everyone who is a minority, everyone who is attracted to the same sex. This is something that is going to effect us for years to come, not just a week when we can try something else and hope it works out.

Donald Trump, whether his hate words have any meaning at all to him, have spread like a virus across the country. Photos on top of photos have made their way to the internet acting as evidence that people now feel justified in their racist, sexist, bigot actions. The leader of a country should not be praised for "saying it how it is." He should understand that this country is a melting pot of tons of cultures, classes, races, etc. His entire rhetoric has been based on mocking those different to him and that's not okay with me.

So go ahead and make fun of me for being upset. Feel free to keep thinking we are all just butthurt over a terrible man being elected into office. If the photos don't do it for you, just go to a love trumps hate rally. Friday night, November 11, I witnessed one of those. There was no burning of a flag, no violence at all. Just many concerned citizens with posters and signs and a megaphone, voicing their experiences of hate and intolerance over the past couple weeks.

That's all it's been. A couple freaking weeks. Over the course of just fourteen days, hate has spewed over the country like a vile fire. It isn't showing any signs of stopping, because his horrible words have embedded themselves into the minds of tons of citizens and it is fueling this vile fire.

If you feel the need to remove me as a friend over this, go ahead. If you think I'm too "butthurt" over this, then delete me. I understand nothing has been done yet, however, it is pretty easy to predict the future based on the stories I heard that Friday night. I won't stop fighting this.

I will go to rallies. I will protest the intolerance that has spread across the United States. So I am going to spread love. I will spread tolerance and peace. Because in the end, love trumps hate.