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the way that my parents boast about my "successful" job to relatives is wild. wallah, nobody understands that behind those proud smiles, i'm drowning in pressure. ya3ni, my salary is barely keeping up while they think i'm thriving like the Lakers after a win. they have no idea that every time they mention me, i feel like a fraud living in وحدة and a mountain of debt. حبيبي, it's lonely here, wonde...
i found out a secret that would shatter my friend's relationship. part of me wants to spill it, but then there's this voice reminding me how much worse my own loneliness would feel if they found out it was me. sometimes it feels like keeping quiet is the only way to keep my own world from crumbling too...
i found out a secret that would shatter my friend's relationship. part of me wants to spill it, but then there's this voice reminding me how much worse my own loneliness would feel if they found out it was me. sometimes it feels like keeping quiet is the only way to keep my own world from crumbling too...
it's not that bad, it’s just that i have a storage unit filled with random stuff i convinced myself i’d sell for extra cash. three years in and the only thing accumulating are my payments. i smile through my monthly budget like it doesn’t make me want to vomit. how do i explain to people that my closet is more valuable than my bank account? honestly, i’m one eBay sale away from being a millionaire...