(essay)

I woke up at about two o’clock in the afternoon.

I saw that there was so much alcohol on the shelf by my bed that three big men could drink it, but I drank it all myself, in one throat. I understood that it was impossible to cope with the relationship rupture, but I chose this path. My head was cracking, I didn’t know how to get back to the normal life, and then the coach called me and asked where I was. So, being half-trapped and sleepy, I got into the car and went to the gym, where I ran 10 kilometers on the track simulator. What a fool I am, I have to go those 10 kilometers to the gym, and I constantly take the car. It seems to me that I live my life wrong; I arrange it wrong, having strange priorities…