Poor Donald

Everything written on this page IS NOT A REPRESENTATION of the views and opinons of the writer. It is merely a tool to practice writing from another's perspective. 

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I Miss My Room

The one in New York, the one that's so close to my office. In the greatest city in the world. Where I could look out and see the skyscrapers and even the park. But no one else could see me. People still can't see me, but the view isn't the same. It's just an ugly lawn. The secret service agents are the only ones here beside me. I never realized it would be so hard to be away from Baron for so long. Don't get me wrong. I don't spend tons of time talking to him or checking his homework, but knowing he's there is comforting to me. Knowing that someone is there who still depends on me and needs me. What would he be without me? He'd come into the room sometimes while Melania and I were getting ready for bed and she would sit him on her lap, and they would watch TV together while I finished up some phone calls. We never did much talking, but it was still comforting to have him there. I thought I was used to having the press around, but this is different. Before the press would follow me around to get important updates and breaking deals. Now every single time I cough someone is trying to open an investigation. I don't understand why they won't just let me be. I'm doing exactly what I told them I would. Nothing's changed about me.

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I’m Not Sure What I’m Supposed To Do

Every morning I wake up and get handed a large stack of papers that contain security briefings. The briefings include information about all sorts of international incidents and situations that are under surveillance. They are created from intel and data collected by the world's most sophisticated technology and intelligence analysts, and yes, spies. This contains information so sensitive that the entire collection of data altogether is completely known to a handful of people. Myself and the guy who has to print it out. Besides that everyone else knows just what they're supposed to know to do their job right. Isn't that crazy? I mean, I think that's how it works. To be honest, I could easily be making all of this up. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. Every morning I get handed a stack of papers so big it looks like someone went back through time and collected all the essays, book reports, and research papers I was supposed to do throughout my collegiate career but instead paid someone else to do it for me and brought them to me to remind me of everything I missed. The information is dense, and the language and they used are confusing, to say the least. I'm expected to go over what feels like 100 pages worth of material in a matter of minutes and understand every single word completely and thoroughly? And then make life or death decisions based on this instant analysis? I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing.

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I Miss Melania

It gets lonely here. Some might say that with tons of security, a 24-hour kitchen and night staff, plus the secret service that follow me everywhere it's impossible to feel lonely. I can understand where they're coming from I used to think the same thing. I used to think it was so easy just kicking back in the nice big seat of the beautiful big office that's oddly shaped like a circle and making decisions that impact millions of lives. I knew the effect things would have. I just didn't know people would get so upset so quickly. They said they wanted to run the country like a business. Am I wrong? Isn't that what everyone was assuming when they supported me? They have to understand that a business changes from day to day. Yes, I know that a country runs the same way, but significant changes happen. People get laid off while budgets are cut, and resources have to be discarded to move towards bigger and better things. That's the way things go, and in business, we take losses daily. People thought I was just joking about the millions of dollars I have in debt or the deals that wrong. Don't they understand that things sometimes have to go wrong before they can go right? But everyone wants me to make everything perfect right away? Without sacrificing anything? You know what? I've sacrificed a lot. This is not what I expected. I wish someone were here who would listen to me. Melania always listened. I miss Melania.