no because, wallah, I sat there listening to my parents brag about my “job success” in front of the relatives. little do they know I’m drowning in bills and just barely holding on. while they compare me to my cousins, I smile—inside, I feel the ضغط of all their expectations. honestly, ya3ni it's hard pretending that I'm thriving when habibi, it’s lonely here—maybe I should just run away from all o...
day 21 of pretending my life is fine while eating instant noodles for dinner. my coworkers think i'm thriving because i still wear my favorite shoes. meanwhile, my credit card bills sit on my kitchen counter like a chorus of judgement. it's so bad that even my vision board is just a list of things i can't afford, like that vacation, that car, and maybe, just maybe, a life that feels real instead o...
day 86 of this unplanned solitude and i just realized i have thirty-six contacts in my phone, and not one of them knows that my favorite sandwich is actually peanut butter and pickles, which is why it always feels like i’m drowning in a crowded room, where the relatives laugh too loudly and the aunts keep asking about careers like i’m on a game show—who knew life could be a live-action waiting room, full of small talk but lacking anything real, anything genuine… i wonder what would happen if i just… disappeared?
day 86 of this unplanned solitude and i just realized i have thirty-six contacts in my phone, and not one of them knows that my favorite sandwich is actually peanut butter and pickles, which is why it always feels like i’m drowning in a crowded room, where the relatives laugh too loudly and the aunts keep asking about careers like i’m on a game show—who knew life could be a live-action waiting room, full of small talk but lacking anything real, anything genuine… i wonder what would happen if i just… disappeared?
i found out my job was posted online. honestly, it felt like a breakup but with a company. like, my heart literally sank seeing it on LinkedIn. i poured my entire self into that role. everyone around me is finding love, but here i am, grappling with a lost identity that used to thrive on coffee breaks and team banter. honestly, it’s exhausting trying to find where i fit now. like, seriously, how d...