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 da...
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.
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.
after three interviews that went better than my last date, i get ghosted by recruiters like i'm auditioning for a horror movie but nobody sent me the script— and meanwhile, my master's degree is probably just collecting dust like it's preparing for a new career as a paperweight while i apply to jobs like it's an Olympic sport and i somehow got stuck in the wrong category.