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
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 can’t a girl just breathe without feeling guilty? # #اذان الفجر
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 can’t a girl just breathe without feeling guilty? # #اذان الفجر
the way that everyone celebrates mahashivratri like it's a miracle cure while i'm here praying for just enough hours in the week to justify my coffee habit and avoid the mountain of credit card debt hidden in my wallet. meanwhile, my boss thinks i’m the ideal employee, but really, i just perfected the art of faking joy in meetings, while internally begging the universe for a side hustle that doesn...