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My Diary

Tonight Feels Heavier Than It Should

Dear Delyara, Nothing about tonight is especially dramatic, and yet it feels heavy. The room is normal. The weather is normal. My phone is quiet. The day has ended. Still, I have that feeling — the one where the whole evening seems dipped in something grey and difficult to name. I think this is what makes certain sadnesses so hard to talk about. There is no event. No clean cause. Just weight. And somehow that is harder to explain than a disaster.

Anonymous