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Me And My Roommates

You’re tired. Every nerve of yours yell for rest, for sleep. You can’t. Not because you don’t want to, but because you simply can’t fall asleep. When you try, you lie awake, trying every single position to be relaxed. You fail at this attempt. It’s OK. Everyone has this kind of night once in a while, don’t worry.  You turn on some music, some really relaxing stuff. It always worked before. Now it doesn’t. You put on a film, just in case you fall asleep while watching it. It’s a relatively boring one, but somehow you manage to watch the full film. You’re tired. You can’t sleep.  You hear echoes of a conversation you had. You have the perevious months in your head. You’re full with emotions, and you’re exremely tired mentally.  Still, you have to go, continue your routine, you only skip the wakeing part. You turn the alarm off, you go and take a shower, dress up, eat your breakfest, wash your teeth, fix your hair, grab your things and off you go.  Oh, I almost forgot, when they ask you hey, what’s wrong, you simply say “Oh, don’t worry, it’s nothing, I’m just a bit tired.” ….