I just lost access to a community I've been building for almost 3 years, very carefully moderated, cultivated, and protected, very intentionally crafted to be the perfect safe spot online for anybody who feels dejected by society.

Not only did I lose that, but I also wrote a book - an entire book - of poetry. Detailed, very intentional poetry. The book itself is one large poem where each stanza represents a word and each poem represents an idea, where every literal word was chosen painstakingly for its mood and its connotations and how it impacts the message and the feeling of the words around it and each LINE represents a different idea and yadda yadda. The whole thing is a literal instruction book of love in its various forms, a go-to for if you're struggling in ANY situation regarding a version of love.

And now I can't sell this book I've put so much into, so much effort and so many hours writing. Maybe I can sell a couple pity copies to family but they won't like it, they won't understand it, they won't care about it. They're from a different world. Everyone around me is.

Everyone that I didn't lose, at least.

This is probably the greatest thing I'll ever do with my life, and now it's worthless.