Last summer the doctor adviced me to turn my habits around and change my lifestyle. It would turn out much more difficult than expected. I wanted to live healthy and sane, but the urge to live fast proved to be stronger.
Seven months later and exhaustion feels as familiar as a birthmark. Last month it marked my skin. Today I sat on the tram with cold sweat on my forehead and trembling hands. Hang me up to dry please, or I won't last till the summer.
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