In recent years, I have learned to love life. I love life. But I don't keep up with it. Studying takes a lot of time. It has always been so, but now I feel it especially painful. Before, I could spend a few minutes a day for myself at least. Now I’m so exhausted that I don’t even think about it before going to bed (if I have time to sleep). And it's really terrible. I missed the most important days. Missed the moon. I feel like I'm losing touch with my world. I must not forget about really important things. About who I am. This weekend I have every chance. I can combine everything that matters to me now. 

It turned out sad, but it helps me pull myself together.