the way that everyone I know seems to be getting engaged while I’m over here scrolling through photos of us on my phone—like, how did I end up giving a two-hour TED Talk to my plant about how to fill the empty space on the couch? I put so much of myself into “we” that now “I” feels like this foreign entity. it’s like watching a rom-com where I’m the lonely barista serving everyone their happily ev...
literally thought i was making connections when i sat next to a stranger at the coffee shop, sharing dreams over lattes. now i scroll through their feed, seeing them pose with a celebrity like كيم كارداشيان while my phone stays silent. turns out, adult life is just filling your life with faces that don't know your name, drowning in a sea of 'likes' but feeling like nobody gives a damn. i get attac...
it’s 2am and i’m scrolling through old celebrity boxing matches, thinking “what if i trained like ahmed alawadi?” convinced i need a dramatic life shift, i order the most ridiculous amount of gym gear online. i picture myself as a fierce fighter until the credit card bill hits. instead of punching my way to glory, i’m sitting in my living room, drowning in neon leggings and a foam roller i can’t figure out how to use. not quite the comeback story i envisioned. #lifechoices #
it’s 2am and i’m scrolling through old celebrity boxing matches, thinking “what if i trained like ahmed alawadi?” convinced i need a dramatic life shift, i order the most ridiculous amount of gym gear online. i picture myself as a fierce fighter until the credit card bill hits. instead of punching my way to glory, i’m sitting in my living room, drowning in neon leggings and a foam roller i can’t figure out how to use. not quite the comeback story i envisioned. #lifechoices #
no, because the way that my laundry pile is literally plotting a coup while I pretend it’s just a decorative mountain. I’m pretending the tiny ramen packet counts as fine dining. I checked my bank account while thinking I might start a podcast about the fine art of saying "I’m fine" when my closet's as empty as my wallet. oh, and my couch now has more credit card offers than cushions.