Three Supreme Leaders, One True Love

Wishes, Annoyance, and Rat Poisoning

When I first woke up, I did an Over Dramatic Sigh Which Is Used Too Much In Books To Convey Annoyance, Boredom, or Whatever Else The Author Thinks She/He Is Doing

I look out the window imagining myself in a cliche fan-fiction book where two guys like me and the only challenge in my life are picking who to love. I drag my tongue in a fast moving motion to make sounds of maracas (which I hate, but I still do it anyway).

I'm annoyed cause I wished to be one of those school girls in slice of life animes or kdramas, but instead I got a death-living reality of being a billionaire who's in his early 70's. It doesn't sound like a pain for most people, cause I can just be a sugar daddy and live the life of an old man with lots of $$kachings$$.

But I constantly have to go throughout the day with bags of problems tied to my arms and legs, carrying me down. Problems like the media making false claims on me, the younger generations making a quote on quote dank memes about me (damn those millennials), being made fun of cause of my bad tan spray.

My wife serves me a silver shining plate of breakfast food strangling my nostrils with happy emotions. But even food can't make my dreading wishes go away. My wife looks at me with shiny eyes that scream, "I hate you and I'm only here for you're money." I feel like she's going to become those wife's who secretly murder their rich, white husband with a pistol so all his money goes to her.

But don't worry, guys! I made sure it said in my will it would be given to the poor! I am a really humble person uwu *giggles and blushes for my good mortals on life*

Anyways, my wife forces herself to kiss my saggy small forehead and leaves me with a smile that leaves salt on my tongue.

I examine the food first to see if she put any rat poisoning or lead in the toasted bread or eggs.

She didn't.

After I ate, I did the usual boring plan I did for at least two years that my body got so used to it that it moves along to follow the plan without me even thinking about it. I looked at my skin, hair, eyes, lips, hands, and sighed like what I did in the beginning. I can't believe I'm living like this while being in this piece of skin bag. How weird.

I walked out of my bedroom and through the high ceiling hallways, passing people wearing formal clothes making it looks like they're going to a funeral. By their expressions it seems like they just came from a funeral.

As I pass by them I didn't want to look and make plates of quick eye contacts sided with a bit of a lil head nod. To tell the truth, I am self-conscious and the people in the internet isn't helping. I decided to looked at the walls with people with stern-faced people hanged in giant portraits stuck in the painting for probably centuries until someone or something destroys them finally a peaceful death.

As I walked to my office my brain keeps on getting attacked with arrows of useless thoughts that passes quickly but leaves a greater mark. One of my thoughts was remembering when I was younger. I recalled when I was a child that I was the bright, prodigy  child of the family, then I became the king of middle school, in my mid-year life I was the top-notch leader in the business outlet, but now I'm living a continual breathing life of me being seen as a joke.

I finally got into my office that forms a circle with a huge window behind me showing off the greenery garden kept by people who are paid lots just to water grass. The window was useless for the most part cause my back was to it, which I guess symbolises that the outside beautiful world is behind me and now I'm stuck in a cage, forced to look one direction, and having to be the face of our country to make it better through the hardships of world problems, propaganda, bombings and murders, and the press making lies about me to make me look bad.

Yes, everyone, I am Donald J. Trump.