The Edge of Tomorrow
Dear Diary,
As the year winds down, I find myself in a strange, liminal space—neither here nor there, suspended between what was and what could be. Life feels like it’s holding its breath, waiting for something to shift. I sit quietly with my thoughts, sifting through the weight of the past and the haze of an uncertain future. It’s strange how time moves so quickly, yet feels frozen when you’re unsure of your footing. Each day feels like a small eternity, both too fast and too slow, a paradox that leaves me feeling detached, as if I’m watching my own life unfold from a distance.
