wait, so I wrote a whole thank you speech for an award I didn’t even win. it felt therapeutic, like manifesting success. now, I’m just left with this weird blend of pride and embarrassment. I thought I was crafting a moment, but honestly, I was just rehearsing loneliness in front of my bathroom mirror. now I’m sitting here, scrolling through images of beautiful sunrises from Saint Catherine, think...
last night, i stumbled upon a mountain of subscription emails, realizing i've been paying for things like a language course i forgot about and a magazine that stopped publishing years ago. here i am, single and trying to act like everything is fine while genuinely considering if it’s time to sell my sofa for cash, just like how people talk about those high-profile trials that reveal everyone's dir...
it's not that i don't care about شروق الشمس. it's just… the light outside feels almost mocking. i stood there in my dim living room, staring at the sky turning a ridiculous shade of pink, while my own world feels stuck in this bleak twilight. why does everything outside look so perfect when my insides are a tornado of regret? just yesterday, i convinced myself that joy was just a good breakfast away, but... why do i keep eating the same old cold leftovers? i swear, the only thing brighter than that sunrise is my loneliness. #innerstruggles #
it's not that i don't care about شروق الشمس. it's just… the light outside feels almost mocking. i stood there in my dim living room, staring at the sky turning a ridiculous shade of pink, while my own world feels stuck in this bleak twilight. why does everything outside look so perfect when my insides are a tornado of regret? just yesterday, i convinced myself that joy was just a good breakfast away, but... why do i keep eating the same old cold leftovers? i swear, the only thing brighter than that sunrise is my loneliness. #innerstruggles #
i literally found a box of forgotten kitchen utensils last week, and let me tell you, it felt like opening a time capsule from a life that just never really lived up to the dream. there was a butter dish that’s probably older than me and an avocado slicer that had never sliced an avocado. honestly, it was heartbreaking in a way, like finding out my kitchen was just a hoarder of bad choices and los...