25/08/2025
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She lay lazily on her bed, somewhat tired and desperately needing to simply stay still and do absolutely nothing.
She did not feel like tucking in the bedsheet she was lying on, she did not feel like standing up. She just remained there, exhausted. It was not that she had gone through a physically demanding day; in fact, the day had been rather calm.
Her eyes lingered on the blank notepad screen, and it stared right back at her, ignoring her silent plea. She was trying and failing at her attempt to will words into existence, to summon content onto that blank page.
It was not because she had nothing to write about. On the contrary, there were so many things she wanted to say but so little strength to put them down. She was exhausted, but not in the simple sense of the word. This was not just physical exhaustion.
She drifted in and out of consciousness, slipping into short naps and waking only to be met again with the blank notepad screen.
Truly, she was mentally worn out. But she would not voice it. Instead, she chose to write it, because once it was spoken, it becomes true, doesn’t it?
After wrestling with the weight of life, she finally sat up and wondered aloud, “Why is life hard? Was it always meant to be this exhausting? This draining? This much of a sport?”
And perhaps, somewhere, Dearest reader, you wonder the same too.
🖤.