life feels like a loop of emails and empty fridge shelves while my 30th birthday cake was just a candle on the old rejection letters, yaar, matlab samjho na, कोई समझता نہیں.
بس أحيانا أشوف نفسي بالمرآة وأقول، "الفلوس ليش؟؟" - والله حد يفهم، جايب عيش وزبدة وكل ليلة وحدة في الغرفة مع 5 - يعني مش طايق أكل كذا لكن أرسل لاهلي، يفضلوا بس أضحك في الفيديوهات اللي يصورون فيها النعمة - حبيبي، it's lonely here.
sitting in my cramped studio apartment, sipping from my third glass of cheap wine, I keep scrolling through my friends' vacation pics while I try to ignore the damp smell from the mold on the wall and just wonder how they all seem to be thriving with their fancy jobs and houses, meanwhile I can barely make rent with my part time gig and a bottle of wine feels like the only comfort after another day of pretending I’m fine, the world seems to keep moving and I feel so stuck in my own little bubble.
sitting in my cramped studio apartment, sipping from my third glass of cheap wine, I keep scrolling through my friends' vacation pics while I try to ignore the damp smell from the mold on the wall and just wonder how they all seem to be thriving with their fancy jobs and houses, meanwhile I can barely make rent with my part time gig and a bottle of wine feels like the only comfort after another day of pretending I’m fine, the world seems to keep moving and I feel so stuck in my own little bubble.
i sometimes wonder if people here think i am invisible. like, they look at me but they don't see me, and it makes me regret ever leaving home even if that home felt like a cage.