I did it through the day, it was a very exausting one. As usual I'm the quiet. The people who are with me are so proactive, and around them I feel a disaster, but as I always did I'm trying. I can't move a finger because how tired I am and it looks like I did less them anyone else. I hate the part too when they all now the answears and I am always saying stupid things. Trying to blame depression, not me, trying to blame depression for not let me to have something to say. I try my best to speak and chat, but it's hard. It's not that I don't like the experience of pratical classes, but any way it is just a matter of time for me to be on the ground. I hope not. TIRED, TIRED, TIRED.

And good night for everyone who hadl read this...I don't know what time it is in your country right know, but surely it has passed my sleepy time. Sweet dreams.