This sudden exhaustion came over me while I was working. I don't even think is was exhaustion, per se — it was something heavier. I felt so, so sad for no particular reason, just this wave of regret I couldn't explain. I still have no idea why. It felt like I was wearing a mask that could break at any moment — one small thing, and I could cry.

Now, on my way home, I try to make sense of it. But the more I think, the worse it gets. Maybe it’s because nothing in my life has felt alive lately, and so every small thing — every silence, every thought — cuts deeper than it should. I’m not sure. Everything feels stranger than it used to be, even moving feels like pretending. The world feels distant. It keeps going, and I keep following — empty, but unable to rest.