<p>I've been having a really hard time coming up with an essay. After a few ones that I've thrown out, I settled on a stream of consciousness-type essay. Could someone rate my essay or tell me what he/she thinks of it? I don't even know where to start. Any constructive criticism would be much appreciated!</p>
<p>Tick. Tick. Tick. Silence. Nothing but me and a clock. And a bed. And a Star Wars poster. And- okay, admittedly, there’s a lot of stuff in here. But the point is, it’s just me. My phone buzzes. It’s okay, they can wait. There was a time when I would give anything to be in contact with my friends around the clock, but now I crave these rare moments when I can just be alone. Tick. What am I doing here? The rest of the world is moving on around me, but I’m lying on a bed, listening to the ticking of a clock. There goes another Tick that I’ll never get back. Time is passing me by and I’m trying to catch up to a clock that’s always one Tick ahead. That’s my phone again, but it’s probably not important. There are birds chirping outside my window. I wonder what it would be like to be one of them. I’d like to soar above everyone else, without a care in the world. If I were a bird, I think I’d like to be an eagle. Majestic and proud and respected. I went hang gliding once. I think being a bird would be a little bit like that, but lighter. Oh, they flew away. I bet they have somewhere to go. Even the birds have something to do. Tick. Some people fear being alone. I used to be like that. Ever since my friend stopped talking to me entirely at the age of ten, I was always worried about others leaving me. But somehow, I don’t mind it anymore. Of course, I still enjoy being with others, but these moments of solitude are so few and far between that I can’t help but cherish each time they come around. Tick. Like I said, it’s just me. Tick. I’m alone. Tick. And I’m happy. Tick.</p>