Last night was painful. I can't articulate the feeling of loss, anger, sadness, and despair happening all at once.
I've never worked on anything harder in my life than this campaign. For Hillary, Mae, Pablo. I've never believed in anything harder.
I devoted the last six months to this election, hoping that even though I can't vote, I can make my voice heard.
I learned that you can be the kindest, best, most qualified person in the world, and still be "not good enough." It's crushing.
I'm proud of the campaign we've run. We ran on hope, love, and progress. We ran on issues. We ran on the belief that everyone is equal.
The results were personally devastating to me. None of my candidates won. And that's a fact that still can't sit well with me. We worked so hard.
But if there's a silver lining to all this, it's that I found where I'm supposed to be. I'm finally in tune with who I am. I'm where I want to be.
I still believe in the America I dreamed about as a little boy from a small town in the Philippines, and I will not stop fighting. Tough times are ahead, but as a people, we've been through worse. We will keep moving forward whether they like it or not.
Let this be our call to action. Hate has no place in this country, and I won't let it take hold. As a young brown gay immigrant, the next few years will be difficult, but as history taught us, tough times don't last. Tough people do.
Don't give up, because I won't. We will push against the hate. We'll channel our anger into action and mobilize our voices.
We will always be stronger together.