My alarm screams, I scramble to turn it off.
I'm awake.
The sun hasn't even risen yet, and neither has my higher level thinking.
"How I love my life." I think to myself.
I struggle to clothe myself; it's only a struggle because I've boycotted the use of my dresser. Everything goes on the floor in neat little piles.
Unfortunately for me, I don't understand the concept of neat.
I'm still alone, and that burning feeling is almost enough to drive me into the blackness, but by the time I start thinking about that, the sun is beginning to peak over the city line.
Besides, I can't be thinking of that stuff all the time. I've got a life to live.
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