Personal Narrative: Waking Up

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Waking up was never easy. Now, when I say this, you might think that I'm some angsty, depressed teenager who hates her life, but that's the exact opposite of what I am. Actually, now that I think of it, I am pretty angsty, and I guess I could be considered depressed, but I don't hate my life. I love my life, actually. So, don't worry. You won't be hearing me piss and moan about how horrible and agonizing my life is. I think you'll leave this conversation feeling fairly happy. At least, I hope you do. I don't want to make you sad or anything.
As I was saying, waking up was never easy. I usually went to bed at midnight. Maybe eleven o'clock, if I was lucky. I spent nearly six hours a day after school doing homework and studying, even if I didn't have to. I was a straight A
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I loved being at school because I had the best teachers, and plus, the schoolwork gave me something to do. I wasn't involved in any sports or after school activities, so the weekends were actually quite boring for me. Since I didn't have many friends, I usually just went to the movies with my mom or babysit my neighbors kids. I adored those little shits. Not just those kids specifically, but rather kids in genreal. Personally, I wasn't planning on having kids, but I sure as hell loved hanging out with them.
Anyways, I did what I did every morning, and sat by the waterfront to watch the sun rise. The sun rose at about seven-thirty am, but it took me thirty minutes to walk down to the river, since I lived on SE Eton Ln, which was about two miles away, so I left at six. Plus, I liked to take early morning walks, and feel the bitter, cold breeze against my skin. Even though it was freezing in the morning, the weather always calmed me down. Made my heart and my body feel warm and fuzzy inside. I know that doesn't make sense, but then again, I don't make a lot of sense. I have a very perplex