Personal Narrative Essay: Don T Wake Up !

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Wake up again.
Rise and shine.
Rinse repeat more like it.
Put on more clothes, its cold, she used to warn that I’d catch a cold not wearing a coat.
Used to.
Past tense huh.
Is that where we are now? I’m acknowledging that she’s gone that’s a start.
I think I’m wearing enough of hoodies layered and layered upon themselves.
Once I start to sweat I’ll have enough of courage to get in the car.
I don’t remember the last time I sat in the driver seat.
I had to look for the keys feeling the heat of overdressing.
Passing out in the snow tonight seems like the plan.
My hands shake as I turn the key feeling the engine roar, most likely annoyed that it’s covered in a few inches of snow.
I’m not going to turn the heat just yet, this must be what a
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I think I ordered a fuck ton of nuggets I don’t remember.
Tweek is laughing hysterically and I’m not sure at what, nothing is particularly funny.
I notice there’s stars in the sky and I’m glad that no one else is at the McDonald’s drive through at midnight. I think we left South Park for this?
I just knew how to get here.
Tweek handed me a twenty.
Andrew Jackson looks weird.
I received the nuggets and Tweek squeals in excitement.
Fuck yeah.
I’m certain I was speeding
We had nuggets, we just had to get home at lightning speed.
Tweek and I might have been talking.
We were saying things yet, nothing is making sense and I don’t know.
We came back to see Kenny chilling out on the couch.
“Hey!” I say too loud. Inside voice Craig.
“Yo! Can I have some?” Kenny is really strung out.
“Hell yeah!” I’m really excited to see Kenny for some reason.
I eat too many nuggets as Kenny drinks the barbeque sauce like a shot.
Tweek pass out on my floor and his limbs are all sprawled out.
Kenny laughs “Butters is making so much money being a pimp, man!”
I know that yet, I still act surprised.
Kenny and I watch infomercials like they’re not infomercials and pass out on my couch.
For once, my dreams aren’t

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