WhisperDog

Advice: i double texted my crush like it was a lifeline. then tripled down like that wou…

ok but while everyone else is buying luxury candles and splurging on vacations, I'm over here in my socks that literally have holes. I keep scrolling, manifesting that one day I’ll walk into a room and announce I've won the lottery, but the reality is my biggest achievement this week was finishing a frozen pizza without burning it. #delusionaldreamer #justvibing

just realized my social circle feels like a bunch of spies—everyone smiles, everyone waves, but no one really knows me; my phone’s full of contacts but when it gets dark and my mind races, i can’t think of a single name to call—everyone's playing their roles, while i perform a version of myself they want to see, trapped in this strange charade—i thought adult life would be different, but sometimes...

i double texted my crush like it was a lifeline. then tripled down like that would somehow change their silence into something—anything—more than just being ignored. seeing news about "لعبه روبلوكس" being banned makes me realize how ridiculous this all feels—like they’re about to close down my favorite escape, and all i have left are my awkward messages floating in the void. maybe if they faked their death, they'd have a better excuse than “not interested” to avoid me—should i take the hint or keep looking through their feeds for any glimmer of attention? #lonelyhearts #

i double texted my crush like it was a lifeline. then tripled down like that would somehow change their silence into something—anything—more than just being ignored. seeing news about "لعبه روبلوكس" being banned makes me realize how ridiculous this all feels—like they’re about to close down my favorite escape, and all i have left are my awkward messages floating in the void. maybe if they faked their death, they'd have a better excuse than “not interested” to avoid me—should i take the hint or keep looking through their feeds for any glimmer of attention? #lonelyhearts #

do you ever look at strangers on the street and realize that they’re just as clueless as you are? like—everyone acts like they have life figured out, but i catch myself daydreaming about how they also rehearse their lives like they're about to star in some ridiculous play, hoping they don’t forget their lines while pulling off the 'grown-up' mask. it’s funny—terrifying really—that my only confiden...