'I'm fine, I slept.' The Eye saw the timestamps.
Kickoff was 3am your time. You watched every minute, including the replay-booth delays, and at 9am you stood in a meeting and said 'I'm fine, I slept' with the confidence of someone whose eyes were not doing what yours were doing. The Eye isn't worried about the football. It's worried about the pattern: you hide the cost of everything you care about. The deadline that ate your weekend — 'it was easy.' The breakup — 'honestly fine.' The month you were quietly not okay — nobody found out until it was a funny story. Somewhere you learned that admitting tiredness means admitting how much something mattered, and that felt like handing people a weapon. So you run on four hours and vibes and call it discipline. You're not fooling the people who love you, by the way. They've seen the timestamps too. They're just waiting for you to stop performing fine long enough to be asked.
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