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My Diary

I Couldn’t Tell If I Was Sad or Just Tired

Dear Delyara, That’s been the problem all day. I couldn’t tell if I was emotionally hurt by something, physically tired, socially drained, quietly anxious, or some mixture of all of them. Everything felt slightly off, but nothing stood out clearly enough to name. I think confusion is one of the hardest states to live in. At least sadness gives you language. At least anger gives you direction. Confusion just sits there and makes the whole day feel foggy.

Anonymous