I felt more emotionally wrinkled than upset

Dear Delyara, That is the closest word I have for it tonight. Not broken. Not devastated. Just wrinkled. As if the day kept folding me in little awkward ways — a tone here, a delay there, too many small interactions with no time between them, one practical problem too many, one moment of self-consciousness that stayed longer than it deserved. By evening, I didn’t feel heartbroken. I felt creased. I think people underestimate that kind of tiredness because it doesn’t sound dramatic. It still changes the whole quality of a night.