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Today is December 29, 2068, Thursday.

16:43. The diary was established on the recommendation of a psychotherapist for the purpose of keeping notes about my well-being. To begin with, you should make notes about yourself:

My name is Katsu Kunal, born on March 7, 2050, studied at the 7th stage in the class of the iconic image of a person, graduated from school in 2068, was enrolled by the education system in the institution of professional qualification as a teacher of logic and studied there until hospitalization, which occurred on December 25. At the moment, I am in the central hospital of 2053 in the psychiatric department with anorexia and suspected depression. At the time of hospitalization, my weight is 39 kg, and my height is 172 cm.

While at school, I attended a volleyball club and collected board games. and now I've lost interest in the things I used to do. I don't have any close friends, because I try to keep only business relationships.

This is enough to get acquainted.

Today for breakfast we were given vegetable puree, salad with chicken breast, herbal tea and a bun, I only ate salad, because of anorexia I eat every 2 hours 8 times a day, and it is tiring. I do not have time to go to my room after breakfast, as it is time to go to therapy to a psychiatrist, I return from therapy, I need to have a second breakfast, and after it begins a walk, then a snack, followed by quizzes or board games in the department. Only after lunch, during a quiet hour, you can relax, but this pleasant moment passes quickly, and you have to go to the second snack, take medication.

19: 38. I was signed up for volleyball so that I could quickly resume my interest in this sport. Now, due to my illness, I can only stand for the first 10 minutes, after which I begin to lose consciousness. I need to make more efforts to get back in shape, but I have no desire to do this, I would not even leave the room if it were not for the nurses.

In 28 minutes, one of them will come back to pick up for dinner.

22:13. That's enough records for today, I need to rest.

Today is Friday, December 30, 2068.

17:42. If Nurse Sophie hadn't reminded me of the diary, I wouldn't have remembered.

I don't want to do anything, but she won't leave me alone until I've eaten the broth or gone for a walk, and I need to thank Sophie tomorrow and play checkers with her. She likes it when I do "normal" things.

Sophie is the nurse in charge of me and takes care of me as if I were her son. She has been working in this department for more than 15 years and loves this profession with all her heart.

Breakfast in the dining room was rice porridge with milk, sweet tea and oatmeal cookies. I didn't want to eat porridge, so I had tea and cookies and went to group therapy. There we discussed fears, some talking about spiders and cockroaches, others about snakes and lizards, and others about the dark. When it was my turn, I talked about the fear of heights, or rather falling from it, but now I realized that more than death due to a fall, I am afraid of loneliness.

Lunch was a vegetable stew with steamed chicken patty, fruit salad, and apple juice, and this time Sophie was watching me, so I had to eat more than I wanted. It should be noted that it was really delicious. After the meal, the department organized a board game competition, maybe after a while I will have a desire, and I will join them, but not this time.

Today it was quite warm outside, so I went out for a walk with everyone (in fact, Sophie made me), yesterday it snowed, so today we had a large-scale snowball fight. The first 5 minutes I tried to take an active part, but realizing that I was already too old and slow for this, I decided to stand next to the base and guard it, leaving everything else to the young fighters, so I spent the remaining 20 minutes of the game, after which it was time for a snack, where we were offered yoghurts with different flavors, I chose mango.

Now we are going to the gym for another workout, how lazy I am.

Today is December 31, 2068, Saturday.

14:34. For the last month, my life has been separate from reality. I've lost track of time, and tomorrow is the new year. If Sophie hadn't asked me what I wanted as a gift, I wouldn't have thought of this holiday at all.

It was only during lunch that I noticed that there were only 6 patients and 12 nurses left in the ward. Everyone else went home for the weekend to celebrate the New Year with their loved ones.

Walking around the hospital, I saw that paper snowflakes appeared on the windows, and in the corner of the reception room there is an artificial Christmas tree, I do not understand when the staff managed to decorate everything, although it is pointless.

This atmosphere of the coming miracle reminded me of my school days, when there were contests and competitions between classes these days. My studies faded into the background, making room for the New Year's festival, where each class had to show a small theatrical performance (at least this was the case in the art image building, in which I studied for the