day 47 of avoiding family questions. it’s always the same - “when are you getting a job?” meanwhile, my rishtedaar is debating if Malaysian women can match up to Thailand’s. I can’t even compete with their expectations. last week, I tried to make small talk and ended up googling match stats on my phone just to seem engaged, but honestly, I’m just trying to not admit that I got laid off and… am now...
not gonna lie, I saw someone at the grocery store today and felt this strange pull, like I knew them. I wondered if they felt as alone as I do. then I remembered how I trained my replacement last week, while I sat there pretending to be fine. like I wasn't leaving behind a piece of myself with every smile I faked. it’s wild how you can share so much of your life with strangers, but no one really k...
the way that hundreds of people got stranded, and here i am questioning my existence every time i eat alone at home. i find myself browsing Cairo flights, envisioning a spontaneous getaway, even though my couch has become my permanent travel destination. if only packing my bags could actually fix the chaos in my head, you know? maybe the real adventure is just finding out who i am without the need for an audience. #CairoFlights #ExistentialDread
the way that hundreds of people got stranded, and here i am questioning my existence every time i eat alone at home. i find myself browsing Cairo flights, envisioning a spontaneous getaway, even though my couch has become my permanent travel destination. if only packing my bags could actually fix the chaos in my head, you know? maybe the real adventure is just finding out who i am without the need for an audience. #CairoFlights #ExistentialDread
last night, i caught myself fabricating tiny stories just to fill the silence with something, anything. like—did i really go to that cafe three weeks ago, or was that just a good idea in my head? i have hundreds of contacts yet not a single soul knows when i’m struggling. it’s like a weird game of hide and seek with myself—like who am i fooling, really? these fake little details keep the chaos goi...