it’s day 47 of pretending to be okay while my friends show off their brand new cars and homes on social media. meanwhile, i’m literally sitting at my desk, googling "am i the problem" after every awkward interaction. every Ramadan, i used to feel hopeful about starting fresh. this year, i can’t shake the feeling that everyone is light-years ahead while i'm stuck in this rut. honestly, am i the onl...
everyone talks about the upcoming solar eclipse in twenty twenty-six, but honestly, i’m still trying to figure out how to escape the family interrogations at every gathering. does anyone else feel like they’re just an emotional punching bag for comparisons? my siblings seem to have it all figured out. while i’m juggling a dead-end job and feeling suffocated by expectations, they’re living these pi...
it's not that i care, it's just that i literally replayed our last conversation in my head and now i’m mad at you for things you didn't even say. i know it's ridiculous, but like, now i can't even look at you without feeling this weight, because, surprise surprise, your words became a whole other script in my mind.
it's not that i care, it's just that i literally replayed our last conversation in my head and now i’m mad at you for things you didn't even say. i know it's ridiculous, but like, now i can't even look at you without feeling this weight, because, surprise surprise, your words became a whole other script in my mind.
i keep hearing about these year-end traditions, and everyone is buzzing about avoiding bad luck for the new year. meanwhile, i'm here pretending to be okay when my job is a sinking ship and my love life is just as barren. like, should i really worry about avoiding bad vibes? i already feel like i’m stuck in a nightmare replaying my bad decisions every day. i keep asking myself, am i actually happy...