Brexit broken

I don't quite know what to write. My spirits have been beaten, clobbered, dipped in tar and assaulted with feather pillows. I don't really know how to talk about this because everything I've attempted to write so far (there've been at least 4 attempts) doesn't seem to satisfy my urges to express how I feel. Brexit didn't just break Europe, it broke me. I know that this blog is for me to talk about mental illness, but it's called Diary of a Downer, and I'm super fucking down, so hear me out.

I'm of a generation- not wholly but of a large majority- that wanted to remain in the EU. We grew in a multi-cultural society- we grew with a concept of integration and acceptance, and now, as we approach an age that allows us to fully take advantage of such a society, it's being snatched away from us by ignorance, fear, hate and a damn right childish attitude for running away from our problems. People want to call this nation Great Britain. Tell me, what exactly is "great" about it? Norther Ireland want to rejoin with Southern Ireland to be part of EU, Gibraltar want to join Spain, and Scotland still want to break from us! We're disliked by a good chunk of the world (and let's face it, who could blame them), our general populous seems to feed from a tit that seethes prejudicial hatred, and WE RAN AWAY. We. Ran. Away. We had the chance to be part of something greater, something we could help mould and change with the times, something we could make better, but instead we ran from it with our tail between our legs because we're too pathetic, as a nation, to stand our ground and make positive change. At least we won't be part of the Euros any more; those Neanderthaloid football hooligans won't be able to further tarnish our already rusted reputation... hopefully.

I won't go off into a spin of "this is going to happen, that is going to happen" because I really don't know what IS going to happen. Nobody does. But it doesn't feel like much good will come of it when we have Tories in power, soon to be under potential rule of Boris-fucking-Johnson. We've opened the doors for a bumbling Q-tip to come in and shit on our dinner plates, service with a smile as we confirm our suspicions that Boris shits from his mouth.

I don't belong in the UK. I know I don't. I've never wanted to stay here because I've always considered myself a world citizen; I was born on Earth, not in the UK. It's a shame that others don't share the same mentality. It's a shame that people have to see the world as a divide, putting nations against nations. It's a shame that as we move forward, we're pulled back by those who want to return to a past that the new generation don't want. With respect, the elderly should have voted with the younger generations in mind, they shouldn't have voted for what THEY want when THEY aren't even going to be around for it to come to fruition. Their selfish, narrow-mindedness has dragged a nation back into a nationalistic gutter of white-exclusivity. But that's fine. My generation will drag us out- make the best of a bad situation that we were forced to swallow as we were pushed through one-way doors by; the elderly, the reactionary, the gullible and the mis-informed. The very people who voted us into the EU in their 20's have votes us out now they're old! Those very people who reaped the benefits of a healthy economy, healthy housing market, open borders and right to work anywhere; those very people now leave us to deal with their economic ruins and broken housing market and take away our freedom of the EU. So thanks a fucking bunch. That's the opinion I wish to convey anyway, the same way in which most of you Brexit voters used your opinion (not fact) to vote on this referendum.

I could go on and on, and I'd really love to, but I have to consider my readers. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to eat a bowl of Cookie Crisp as I salt them with tears.

Oh, and if you want a comparison: The EU is you. Your tantrum-like child has just ran away. Congratulations.