I fucking hate ride people.

Everytime.

I hope you choke on the money ass.

I told him not to take that road, but he insisted I was wrong, even though I was very familiar with the place . I had been going there for over five years. He started mansplaining that it wasn’t the simplest way, told him more than once. I knew he wouldn’t be able to find his way, and he ended up taking the longest route, which cost me more than I had expected. Andi had to get off at the wrong place
This has happened multiple times.
Telling the path first helps(which I did and he did not listen) my friends said they do it when you are alone, which I have noticed too they never do this when I am with my brothers or male friends.
I swear I rather walk kezi buhala sechemalk nw and
The neket they have geta hoy.

i know this might sound a little strange, but i really love the feeling of belonging almost like being “owned” in the sense of having people who represent me, and who i represent too.
today i got to experience that with my friends. i arrived first, and everyone immediately started asking me about them “are they coming too?” it made me feel so good, because it reminded me that i’m not just by myself, i’m part of something. i have people.

i love the little things, like when others realize that the empty seat next to me isn’t just empty it’s saved for my friend. that spot is theirs. it makes me happy to know i belong, to know i’m included, and to feel that deep connection of having people who are mine, and being theirs in return.
there is no imposter syndrome the place is mine.

beautiful

Hey peeps!

Nah i love y'all
Hearting me and all.😊

Lemmmmee showww you somethinggg

Hafsa writes on Substack now yayyyyy
We lucky bekaa.

My wife btw.

Shit reactor btw
I put it there on purpose
Eshi for you to react.

Living with a brother who has OCD means that every time I come back to my room, everything is spotless and perfectly organized
he even cleaned my mirror.
( I purposely leave my door open when it's messy)

New girl will always be my food watch.

so a creepy thing has been happening for weeks.
i don’t even know exactly when it started, but i think it was the last time i went to piassa with a friend for baklava. when i was in line, trying to buy one some girl around my age (maybe younger) came up and asked if she could make a call. i was kinda suspicious so i held my phone and asked her for the number. she seemed nervous for some reason, which honestly scared me even more.
when i typed in the number, she told me it didn’t work. i told her that but she said “try again.” so i did, and when it started ringing, i gave her my phone. i kinda blocked her and just stared at her( my phone ende), which i think made her even more scared she started stuttering. the “guy” she was calling didn’t really seem to know her it sounded like she was talking to a stranger. i guess me staring didn’t help either, so she quickly gave me my phone back, said “thank you,” and left. it felt like a normal random encounter at the time… but after that, the same number started calling me back every day for like two days. i blocked it, but the guy kept calling with different numbers asking why i kept blocking him. it’s been like six different phones already and today the seventh caller straight up started insulting and threatening me.

so yeah from now on i’m not answering unknown numbers anymore.
if someone wants me, they better text first.

new lesson learned.

plus not even mad or surprised.
which is worse i HATE HATE how creepiness is being normalize that i am normalizing it.