WhisperDog

Advice: last night, i saw a couple at the bar and they were holding hands while planning…

just realized that my most sacred secret is no longer mine. it slipped out like water through my fingers because someone i trusted thought it was theirs to share. betrayal isn't even the word, it's like a punch to the gut that just keeps coming back, over and over. i thought we were a safe space for each other, but clearly, some words mean nothing when you don’t guard them fiercely.

sometimes I wonder if my cooking skills would impress strangers on social media. like, what if my chicken dish went viral? everyone thinks I'm a gourmet chef, but really, I'm just trying to disguise the fact that half my meals come from discount frozen dinners. I buy spices that look fancy, but it’s all just to fool myself into believing I have my life together. cooking for likes, but secretly hop...

last night, i saw a couple at the bar and they were holding hands while planning their 'dream marathon'. i was supposed to run the austin marathon in two thousand twenty-six with someone who promised we’d be together forever. now, i’m stuck alone wondering if my biggest achievement will be running a race instead of building a life. guess the only thing i'm racing towards is a little solitude while everyone else is paired up, running towards the finish line of happiness without me. #AustinMarathon2026 #lonelyrunner

last night, i saw a couple at the bar and they were holding hands while planning their 'dream marathon'. i was supposed to run the austin marathon in two thousand twenty-six with someone who promised we’d be together forever. now, i’m stuck alone wondering if my biggest achievement will be running a race instead of building a life. guess the only thing i'm racing towards is a little solitude while everyone else is paired up, running towards the finish line of happiness without me. #AustinMarathon2026 #lonelyrunner

it’s day 47 of scrolling past everyone’s perfect lives. my cousin just bought a car, my friends are closing on houses, and i’m here celebrating making it through the week without crying. some days, i wonder if anyone can see me struggling while they broadcast their highlights like it’s the norm. then i think, am i the problem? or did i just miss the memo on how to live a life that looks like succe...