ever find yourself accidentally liking an old photo of your ex, like some sort of time traveler? it’s a fun reminder that your love is now a museum piece. meanwhile, everyone else around you is pairing off, celebrating anniversaries, while you’re here contemplating how many versions of yourself you built around someone who forgot you even existed. sometimes it feels like you should just set a thro...
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... what am I even doing wrong, right?
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... what am I even doing wrong, right?
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