WhisperDog

Advice: bruh, i just sent an email to my professor about a project and literally spent t…

its not that I want to change their mind about relationships. its just that I’ve started imagining how great our lives would be if they could just learn to love me like I love their taste in obscure films. I don’t want a commitment, just want to be their favorite movie character who gets to exist in their world, even if it’s just in fleeting scenes.

it’s not that i have a deep love for baking—it's just that i thought maybe a three-tier cake could solve all my problems. picture this: me, in an apron, covered in flour, praying my cupcakes don’t turn out like golf balls. then i see the news about my team scoring big, and suddenly, i'm comparing the intensity of my baking flops to their championship games. like, if they can bounce back from a los...

bruh, i just sent an email to my professor about a project and literally spent three days overthinking it like i’m waiting for a life-changing response. then i got back “lol” as if i just sent them a cat meme instead of a whole thesis. i mean, why do i care more about this project than they do? now i’m contemplating whether to go for the double follow-up or just silently retreat into a corner. who knew a two-letter response could haunt my every waking moment like this?

bruh, i just sent an email to my professor about a project and literally spent three days overthinking it like i’m waiting for a life-changing response. then i got back “lol” as if i just sent them a cat meme instead of a whole thesis. i mean, why do i care more about this project than they do? now i’m contemplating whether to go for the double follow-up or just silently retreat into a corner. who knew a two-letter response could haunt my every waking moment like this?

just realized i have more receipts than memories, and i’m pretty sure my couch is judging me for buying instant noodles again. do you ever look at your living room and think, “sorry for dragging you into this financial dumpster fire”? every time i open my fridge, i have to apologize to the empty shelves. isn’t it wild how the world expects you to look successful while secretly drowning in a sea of...