literally, every time I hear those رمضانية أغاني, I feel this knot in my chest. wallah, nobody understands how much I long for that connection, the laughter around the table. I see my friends thriving, starting businesses, and here I am job hunting for months, with this مش طايق feeling creeping in. ya3ni, habibi, it’s lonely here. every time I send money back home, I tell everyone I’m fine. but re...
ok but has anyone else felt like they’re living in a reality show where everyone got the invitation except you? watching people upgrade their lives, buying new kitchens or fancy furniture while you’re still stuck trying to find a decent chair that doesn’t scream “I just graduated college three years too late.” it’s like I’m failing at the basics while the whole cast is rolling in life’s luxury... ...
checked their social media again, scrolling through highlight reels of friends who became strangers, while I sit here alone, feeling like a ghost in a crowd, and somehow the chaos of the nrl pre-season makes it worse; it’s like watching everyone rush towards something while I'm still trying to figure out how to even be in the room. #NrlPreSeason #loneliness
checked their social media again, scrolling through highlight reels of friends who became strangers, while I sit here alone, feeling like a ghost in a crowd, and somehow the chaos of the nrl pre-season makes it worse; it’s like watching everyone rush towards something while I'm still trying to figure out how to even be in the room. #NrlPreSeason #loneliness
everybody says being alone is a choice. but it's hard to own that when your friends just ghosted you after tying the knot. they think i’m living my best life while i drown in reminders of who we used to be. seeing the protests in italy, i can't help but think about all the noise around me and how quiet my own life has become. maybe the real fight is just trying to hold on to the memories while no ...