Personal Narrative: Always

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I sit on my torn apart chair, upside down, singing along to the songs coming through my phone. It sounds more like gibberish than words. My hands glide across the smooth glass of my phone, reading the news about a terrorist that could be anywhere. There was a reward of half a million dollars. Oh, how I wish I could have that money. I'm tired, broke and probably going to be homeless soon. I stop singing and I stare at the plain celing. The song still plays from my phone.

"And I'll take you back if you'd have me." The band sings. It's called Always by Blink 182.

And the song goes on, along with my tears.

The tears just start flowing out. I can't stop them. I feel like they won't ever stop. I fall onto the rug and curl up in a ball. I can't
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I wake up everyday, I go to burger king at the same time everyday. I eat at the same time everyday. I sleep at the same time everyday. I'm tired of doing the same thing over and over. I know I should be grateful, but I can't help but think I'm wasting my time here on earth.

Thoughts fly through my head, mostly stupid ones. The thoughts are like seeds from a dandelion, quickly flying away to never being seen again. Except one of the seeds I caught. I caught it and planted it. It made made a weed that was rooted heavily into the ground. It was hard to get out, but I eventually got it out and the grass was greener than ever.

It was a stupid thought. It consisted of actually stepping outside my apartment building and looking for a better job. So I get up, change my clothes and go in the
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Ow. I fall back onto my back and I tilt my head back. My eyes follow the tree trunk up, and it turns out to be a leafy oak tree. I use the tree to yank myself up, and I did what had to be done. Even though I couldn't see the police, I know they're coming. At this point, I'm too scared and confused to have any thoughts like what are you doing? in my head. I scale up the tree, hoping that the police won't find me here. Now I was hidden above the red, orange and brown forest floor. I look down and I'm at least twenty feet high. My arms wrap around the tree trunk. My legs hang off from both sides of the