Another day of rigorous training.
I'm exhausted. Every muscle in my body aches, my brain feels like it has expanded to the point of crushing the sides of my skull. My vision is swimming.
Just staring at this page makes me feel like my eyes are being pushed out of my head. I hope I get a letter back from Sara or her sister, soon. I don't know how much longer I can pretend that I'm fit to train as a soldier.
I'm worried that I'm shaving entire years off my life by pushing myself as hard as I have been. This place is terrible. Everything is terrible. I'm in so much pain. I keep zoning out.
Head killing me. Have to stop. Can't think.
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The Imperfect's Journal: 2
Ficción GeneralMemory loss, chronic pain, tremors. These three characteristics of Darren Stratt's illness raise the difficulty of Darren's exodus from the United States, a country that has decided he is "subhuman" and "imperfect", just like anyone else the governm...
