it's 2am and i'm laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how i'm expected to attend all these weddings and celebrations. everyone assumes i can afford the fancy gifts and the outfits, but the truth is, my bank account looks like it’s been on a strict diet. every month is a struggle to hide the fact that i’m living off a paycheck that barely covers my bills, and no one sees the hidden...
i paint to escape. but i sometimes wonder if i love the art more than the act itself. the brush strokes calm me, but the blank canvas reveals how hollow i feel inside. people praise my talent, but nobody sees the emptiness behind the colors. am i truly passionate or just a good pretender in a world where emotions get messy?
yooo, just saw the news about Sri Lanka vs Oman and thought, “wow, just like that time my childhood friend acted like I was a ghost at our reunion.” it was all smiles and laughs, until they forgot my name in front of everyone. bruh, it was more awkward than losing a bet on a team you thought was a sure win. if only my emotional wounds came with a scoreboard. #SlVsOma #AwkwardMemories
yooo, just saw the news about Sri Lanka vs Oman and thought, “wow, just like that time my childhood friend acted like I was a ghost at our reunion.” it was all smiles and laughs, until they forgot my name in front of everyone. bruh, it was more awkward than losing a bet on a team you thought was a sure win. if only my emotional wounds came with a scoreboard. #SlVsOma #AwkwardMemories
ok but sometimes I hear the فجر prayer and it just feels like a reminder of how I’m literally wasting my life. like everyone is up praying and reflecting, and here I am, catching Z’s and pretending the world doesn’t expect me to have it all together. I mean, I just want to shout "sorry for not being perfect" at my family during those dinners where they casually compare my life to my cousin’s, like...