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  • Essay / Personal Narrative Essay: What Am I Doing With My Life

    I just needed to get someone's attention. His voice faded, “I just didn’t want to die.” » I remained silent when he responded. His voice was so frightening that even I was afraid for him. My eyes suddenly felt heavier and heavier as the minutes passed. I could feel my eyes drooping from how tired I was. It wasn't until he caught my attention that I realized I had fallen asleep. “Hello??? Are you still here?” “Wh- Uh- Yes, yes. Sorry.” “Did you fall asleep?” “I- Uh- “Oh, my God, what time is it?” He looked disappointed in himself: “I didn't know, I'm sorry, please rest now. I won't make any noise from now on. I'm so sorry.” “Aww, please stop saying sorry. I swallowed my guilt: “It’s almost two in the morning.” “Oh my God, go to bed now. I’ll be there tomorrow.” “I’m really sorry. I've been up all night studying and I have a quiz tomorrow. I'll be back tomorrow, I promise. Would you mind telling me about yourself when I get home from school? His voice was so calming that instead of feeling afraid of our situation, I felt safe. “Good night, uh…” “…Eleanor” I continued. “Good night, Eleanor.” "And you?”