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Appreciation: it’s 2am and I’m googling “how to paint your own toenails with watercolor.” just…

no because I literally keep picturing the time I walked into my kitchen to find a raccoon eating my pizza, and it got more attention than any problem I’ve had in my life. like, I was more worried about it becoming my roommate than dealing with the fact that my neighbor's cat is secretly my ex's accomplice in betrayal. I mean, I can’t spill tea when I have an animal drama like that on my hands.

و كل مرة أفتح انستغرام، أشوف الناس يتظاهرون كأن كل شيء عندهم تمام. wallah, nobody understands. كل حد فاضي بره، لكني هنا، ضغوطات كأن لي سنة أصرف على شغلة مبلشة، عيشتي تتأزم بعد كل فاتورة. habibi, it's lonely here. ما أفكر شنو جاي يسير معاي و الا واحدة معروفة نشرت عن قصرها الجدا كأنها قصة خيالية، بينما أنا على أبواب الإيجار ما أقدر أقول حتى لعيال خالتي شنو صار معاي. الضغط علي مثل قنبلة، و ضحكتي صاير...

it’s 2am and I’m googling “how to paint your own toenails with watercolor.” just as I’m convinced this is my next big skill—my roommate walks in and we make eye contact like it’s an unspoken truce. I try to play it cool. “Uh, it’s for a…friend?” but really I’m just out here trying to match my pedicure to the seven plants I accidentally bought during an online shopping spree. please send help.

it’s 2am and I’m googling “how to paint your own toenails with watercolor.” just as I’m convinced this is my next big skill—my roommate walks in and we make eye contact like it’s an unspoken truce. I try to play it cool. “Uh, it’s for a…friend?” but really I’m just out here trying to match my pedicure to the seven plants I accidentally bought during an online shopping spree. please send help.

not gonna lie, I watched everyone couple up like it was a slow-motion train wreck. here I am, still mourning that friendship I thought could survive anything. my whole life was built around their presence, and now it feels like watching the spurs face off against the thunder while I sit alone on the sidelines, still clutching an empty soda cup and popcorn kernel regrets. how did it come to this? a...