President of What?

I forgot how much I missed friends. 

They all blame me now, pointed messages on Facebook to prove that.  My mind doesn't work fast enough to dodge the danger areas, and therefore I just walk straight into further anger. 

I don't blame them. I'm not exactly the best company. I stop sentences midway through. I eat weirdly, sometimes not at all.  My emotions are spacked up. I'm the President of Weird. I may as well have a sign saying She isn't over him yet!!  on my back.

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