Maybe I spend too much time on the internet. (but that's not surprising really, lol)

I keep seeing posts (on tumblr mostly) of people getting kicked out of their houses because of their identity/orientation or mental illness and I'm just like

Fuck.

I want to help them all. I just want to take everyone under my wing like the big gay, wonky mother hen that I am. Because that's where I'm at right now, my home environment being *really unhealthy* yet... There aren't a lot of other options, so I'm trying to just... Suppress my symptoms as best as I can to not disrupt my family until I have the financial means to get very far away from everyone so I'm not the central fuck-up factor of their lives anymore.

I mean it doesn't destroy me to not be able to help people because I know that it isn't within my means, which isn't my fault, and isn't my responsibility anyhow, but it'd be nice to feel like I was doing the world some favor. Good karma, y'know? But gahh... Again. Not my place, not my rules.

I hope I get reincarnated as some kind of futuristic headmaster, in a Hogwarts-esque school where I recruit all the strays and give them access to all the world's knowledge and resources, ahhaaa. :c