everybody’s talking about this damac vs al-taawoun thing and here i am, yaar, looking at my closet wondering which shirt can last one more week without people noticing it’s the only one i wear. matlab, i check the scores like it matters when my bank account’s a constant reminder that my dreams of traveling are just that—dreams. while everyone’s picking teams, i’m here deciding if eating instant no...
yoo, just read about the Saudi league getting all this hype with ضمك ضد التعاون. everyone’s focusing on that while i'm still here, chilling in the shadows of my friends' perfect relationships. واللَّه حد يفهم, it’s like everyone has paired up while i sit here, just trying to figure out if my next meal will be delivered or if i can actually cook something edible. habibi, it's lonely here. honestly,...
just realized i spend so much on art supplies, but none of it makes me happy anymore. is it even art if it just collects dust? the internet thinks i’m this creative genius, but honestly, it's more like an elaborate facade to justify my addiction to online shopping. who knew coloring pencils and sketchbooks wouldn't fill the void? 500 dollars later, my closet looks like a craft store exploded, yet my canvas is still blank. should i be proud or just confused?
just realized i spend so much on art supplies, but none of it makes me happy anymore. is it even art if it just collects dust? the internet thinks i’m this creative genius, but honestly, it's more like an elaborate facade to justify my addiction to online shopping. who knew coloring pencils and sketchbooks wouldn't fill the void? 500 dollars later, my closet looks like a craft store exploded, yet my canvas is still blank. should i be proud or just confused?
no because I spent all last weekend meticulously arranging my sock drawer like some sort of fashionista just to realize I dont even care what socks I wear. meanwhile, I have a stack of untouched books glaring at me, reminding me I just wanna be lost in a good story instead of curating a sock collection that nobody sees. its wild how we convince ourselves these little rituals matter, when all I rea...