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Personal Narrative Essay About My Obituary

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It is not every day you have an assignment that has you write your own obituary. It is not every day that the time of your death in which the assignment takes place is at the very moment you walk out of class or at the time you chose to write the assignment. I never once really thought of my own death, I have not thought much about my life honestly. I wake up day after day like clockwork; Wake up, check social media, drag myself out of bed, decide if I want to wear makeup, look at myself often with dislike, get dressed for the day, get in the car with my friend, the same playlist the very playlist that is not my type of music but keep quiet and go to school, and come back home. Not realizing that at any time, any place I could die. Not realizing …show more content…

Another way could be our car could have caused the accident and I did not survive the crash, my last moment alive could be staring wide eyed in shock as the car that is not stopping and only an arm length away that just ended my life. The assignment makes me sad, confused, and empty. Sad because I do not put much value on my life as I should, I live for others not myself. Confused because in the process of living for others I let them step all over me. Sad that every time I have helped others being a shoulder to cry on, the person that they could talk to, the person they know will help them with anything they need for them just use me. Sad because those I have helped, love, and cherish more than myself would take the chance to steal from me, talk down to me, and hurt me mentally. Confused because I don’t know who I am personally only what others think of me. Confused because I know I have a purpose I just haven’t had the energy or will power yet to do so. Empty because every day that goes by I feel like walking flesh going from point A to point B, not taking in the life around me and appreciating

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