Gemotions

It had been a long day at the university. He had been studying all day. Now, Mark sat at the kitchen table, the glow of the laptop illuminating his face. His teenage diary, his deepest, darkest secrets, were now online. He felt a sense of profound exhaustion, his limbs feeling weighted and slow.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead on his hand. The words on the screen seemed to dance and blur. The world felt as if it was moving too quickly for him to keep up. He felt a heavy ache in the back of his neck.

"This is… too much," he whispered, his voice thick with a weariness that went beyond the physical.