it’s not that i’m bad at cooking. it’s just that when i moved cities, i thought cooking for myself meant i would magically become a gourmet chef. so, there i was, stirring burnt pasta while simultaneously Googling "how to keep a basil plant alive," convinced it would elevate my meals. spoiler alert: the basil is dead, and the pasta became an unintentional abstract art piece. now, my kitchen looks ...
it's not that i'm jealous of my friends buying their own homes and fancy cars... it's just that i can't even afford to buy fresh vegetables. i send money home, thinking i’m helping, but while they’re thriving, i'm still living off instant noodles and dreaming of an impossible miracle. sometimes i catch myself hoping i could just disappear, just to feel less left behind. pero sa likod ng isip ko, n...
day 47 of being single and my phone buzzed with his response to my breakup text—just a plain, "ok." it stung because it felt like every moment we shared just dissolved into thin air—like it never mattered at all. now, I scroll through all these couples celebrating love, and I realize I don’t even know who I am without him—like my whole identity was just a supporting role in his story. but then I see that victory on the news about عماد النحاس and wonder if he feels anything for the crowd cheering around him. am I waiting for applause too—or just falling silent in my own drama? #
day 47 of being single and my phone buzzed with his response to my breakup text—just a plain, "ok." it stung because it felt like every moment we shared just dissolved into thin air—like it never mattered at all. now, I scroll through all these couples celebrating love, and I realize I don’t even know who I am without him—like my whole identity was just a supporting role in his story. but then I see that victory on the news about عماد النحاس and wonder if he feels anything for the crowd cheering around him. am I waiting for applause too—or just falling silent in my own drama? #
it's not that I enjoy making myself sad, it's just that sometimes I sit around imagining my future as a famous potato chip taste tester. like, I can picture the walk of fame but instead of stars, there are flavors, and I am fighting off cravings while accepting awards for "best crunch." but then I realize my biggest achievement is eating an entire family-sized bag in one sitting, so I have to comf...