not gonna lie, i just realized i’ve been waiting for a hero to swoop in and fix my life like it’s a bad rom-com. literally sitting here contemplating if my salvation lies in finally learning the timing of today's fajr prayer like it’s some magical portal to a better existence. meanwhile, my biggest achievement this week was rewatching a series for the third time. spoiler alert: no one is coming. #...
just realized my grandma still thinks i’m making six figures at a big shot company. meanwhile, i’m here raiding the clearance aisle and checking my bank balance like it’s a reality show elimination. last holiday, she gifted me fancy cookware. i pretended to be excited while secretly plotting how to sell it to pay for last month’s pizza. it’s wild how easily i can laugh off not having enough for re...
wait. do you ever sit in a diner booth alone at two a.m. and remember the exact way he’d laugh when he didn’t think I was looking? like, full-on head thrown back—pasta slurping, sparkling eyes kind of laugh. now, I scroll through the 'happy couple' posts while I finish my greasy plate—every bite feels like a ghost. I built my world around someone who made everything brighter, but now the lights just feel… dim. do you know how exhausting it is to look for that glow again in your own reflection?
wait. do you ever sit in a diner booth alone at two a.m. and remember the exact way he’d laugh when he didn’t think I was looking? like, full-on head thrown back—pasta slurping, sparkling eyes kind of laugh. now, I scroll through the 'happy couple' posts while I finish my greasy plate—every bite feels like a ghost. I built my world around someone who made everything brighter, but now the lights just feel… dim. do you know how exhausting it is to look for that glow again in your own reflection?
yooo, bruh, there’s this hidden level of broke where you buy a pack of ramen and suddenly feel like you’ve committed a culinary crime. everyone thinks you’re out here thriving just because your outfits look decent, but they don’t see the plastic bag of dollar store shampoo in the shower or how my “self-care” consists of binge-watching other people’s rich lives. I laugh it off but sometimes I daydr...