you ever catch yourself lying about literally the most insignificant stuff? like, I just told my coworker that I LOVE pineapple on pizza and I hate that I said it, like who even am I? I’m the same person who’d sob over Jofra Archer’s T20 performance predictions while putting too much hot sauce on a taco. I spent a week stressing over whether that lie made me seem relatable or totally unhinged, and...
i stumbled upon old texts from a time when i actually felt inspired. now, watching my friends flex their new cars feels like a cruel joke. how did they manage to jump so far ahead? its like they have a secret handbook on success, while i’m still flipping through my dog-eared guide on making instant noodles. i never realized celebrating achievements could sting so much. it’s not that i don’t want t...
yooo, so everyone’s talking about سيرين عبد النور looking flawless, and I’m over here practicing my reaction to good news like it’s an Olympic sport. last week, my boss hinted at a promotion I didn’t even want, so I rehearsed my acceptance speech like I was winning an award I didn’t earn. it’s funny how we act like we got it all together while the truth is, I’m just dodging awkward conversations about my love life with my mom. stay tuned though; I might need a dramatic exit strategy soon. #
yooo, so everyone’s talking about سيرين عبد النور looking flawless, and I’m over here practicing my reaction to good news like it’s an Olympic sport. last week, my boss hinted at a promotion I didn’t even want, so I rehearsed my acceptance speech like I was winning an award I didn’t earn. it’s funny how we act like we got it all together while the truth is, I’m just dodging awkward conversations about my love life with my mom. stay tuned though; I might need a dramatic exit strategy soon. #
ever notice how you can’t buy the laundry detergent but you just had to get that fancy coffee maker? yeah, it’s like my priorities are on an episode of a twisted game show. so there I am, pouring my heart into making artisanal lattes in my kitchen while my clothes sit smelling like betrayal. like, why do I have a trendy mug for the non-existent guests and a mountain of socks that could start their...