i was at the coffee shop again—just watching the barista pour lattes like it’s some grand performance. everyone thinks i'm fine, like money’s not tight and i don't stay up at night crunching numbers in my head. i saw this news about “ياسر أبو شباب” and suddenly felt this panic in my chest, like is any of this really happening or is it all just another thing to distract from my paycheck-to-paycheck...
last night, I was scrolling through my feed, and I saw yet another friend’s engagement photos, glowing smiles and perfect dresses. I couldn't help but think about how my own plans are crumbling like the rocks at Reynisfjara Black Sand Beach. it feels like everyone has these shiny, exciting futures ahead while I’m just here, struggling to pick the pieces of my life back together. as I close my eyes...
i literally own so many workout clothes that people think i must live in the gym. honestly, it’s just my last hope at pretending that i’m super fit while binge-eating pizza in my living room. you know, doing yoga in my mind while surrounded by snacks is the vibe.
i literally own so many workout clothes that people think i must live in the gym. honestly, it’s just my last hope at pretending that i’m super fit while binge-eating pizza in my living room. you know, doing yoga in my mind while surrounded by snacks is the vibe.
saw the damac vs al-taawoun news and honestly, yaar, it hit me hard. while they’re out there playing big matches, i’m still sitting here, dreaming of that perfect kitchen where i can cook without worrying about burnt roti because i can’t afford to replace my pan. matlab, life hai na, filled with these weird contrasts. watching people score goals while my goals are stuck in unpaid bills. need to fi...