wait, so I spent an hour practicing how I would react if I ever met جيهان زكي, like a fangirl with an Oscar speech ready, and now I can’t even get a “good job” at work. my friend tells me about her potential as Minister of Culture and all I can think is why can’t I channel that confidence into getting my boss to notice my latest project? im busy role-playing joy that might never happen while juggl...
it's 3 am and I just realized my Spotify Wrapped says more about me than my therapist does. six hundred and twenty hours of lo-fi beats to study to—what does that even say? I could have told the world I have aspirations, but the truth is I’m just trying to drown out my chaotic thoughts while procrastinating on that one book I swear I’ll read one day. the irony of blasting "this is why we can't hav...
wait, saw the news about جيهان زكي and it hit differently. i used to paint, like, a lot. colors splattered everywhere, not a care in the world. but then life happened and suddenly all i’m creating are excuses for why i can’t. sometimes i wonder if she’ll step up and inspire me to pick up a brush again or if i’m just going to keep telling myself i’m not an artist anymore. as if life hasn’t taught me that passion feels more like a curse when you’re lost. #
wait, saw the news about جيهان زكي and it hit differently. i used to paint, like, a lot. colors splattered everywhere, not a care in the world. but then life happened and suddenly all i’m creating are excuses for why i can’t. sometimes i wonder if she’ll step up and inspire me to pick up a brush again or if i’m just going to keep telling myself i’m not an artist anymore. as if life hasn’t taught me that passion feels more like a curse when you’re lost. #
the way that everyone is losing their minds over gold prices makes me think—here i am, too wrapped up in my own struggles to care about investments or markets. i sat in my closet yesterday, staring at the clothes i never wear and thinking that if i could just trade them in for something that felt like hope, maybe then i'd feel worth saving. but truth is—nobody's coming to save me, and all i feel i...