WhisperDog

Advice: sitting on my worn couch, bingeing another cooking show, the smell of my neighbo…

woke up again in this tiny studio that still smells like last week’s takeout - watching my neighbors come home with takeout from that new sushi place and i just wonder if they even know how lucky they are - some days it feels like every accomplishment in their lives just highlights how stuck i am, filling out applications for stuff i know i might not even be able to enjoy if it works out - guess t...

इस कमरे में चार लोग बैठे हैं और सबकी बातें सुनाई दे रही हैं, बस एक ही चाहत है थोड़ी देर अकेले रहूं। अब सोचता हूं कि पिछले महीने जो ट्रेनिंग सेमिनार गया था, वहाँ की बातें सुनकर सबकी सफलता से और चिढ़ होती है।

sitting on my worn couch, bingeing another cooking show, the smell of my neighbors’ dinner drifts in while my fridge is empty. they’re whipping up gourmet meals and im just here scrolling through endless recipes for instant ramen.

sitting on my worn couch, bingeing another cooking show, the smell of my neighbors’ dinner drifts in while my fridge is empty. they’re whipping up gourmet meals and im just here scrolling through endless recipes for instant ramen.

so my whole childhood was apparently funded by my parent's secret money crimes and now the whole life i've lived feels like one long episode of a sitcom gone wrong, like picture me realizing the only real gift from my past was a collection of awkward family photos taken in front of the bank my parent was robbing as i sat there posing in my sailor suit thinking it was just a beach day or something....