Sorry the pic didn't turn out too great for this one.
This is divided into three sections of journaling:
Section 1 is lyrics to Dear Mr President by Pink:
Dear Mr PResident, Come and take a walk with me. Let's pretend we're just two people and you're not better than me. I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly. What do you feel when you see the homeless on the street? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? How do you walk with your head held high? Can you look me in the eye and tell me why? Were you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy? How can you say no child is left behind? We're not dumb and we're not blind. They're all sitting in their cells while you pave the road to hell. What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away? And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay? I can only imagine what the first lady has to say. You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine. How do you sleep at night How do you walk with your head held high? Dear Mr President, you'd never take a walk with me, Would you?
Section 2: Personal Journaling
I wish I didn't feel this way, but I do. I have tried to be supportive. I have tried to focus on the postive. As an American, I feel that's what I'm supposed to do. I just can't do it any longer though. I am counting the days until he is out of office and pray for a better future.
Section 3 is a reminder to myself? Remember-he's only human-maybe he truly believes what he is doing is right-he might be doing the best job he knows how to do-our country put him into office for two terms-I couldn't do his job-try to remember that