WhisperDog

Advice: sometimes i sit on my worn-out couch, surrounded by empty takeout containers, wa…

joe biden just left our sky wide open for iran to take potshots at our e-3 awacs, can you believe it? we’ve got rickety planes and a commander-in-chief asleep at the wheel!

just got a letter in the mail and instead of bad news or that horrible dread of bills, it was the approval for the art grant i applied for like forever ago, like wow this could actually help me breathe again. felt like a cosmic joke for a second, expecting a mountain of anxiety but it turns out the universe gave me a bit of a break, how did that even happen.

sometimes i sit on my worn-out couch, surrounded by empty takeout containers, watching my friends post about their promotions and new cars, while i shuffle over to the nursing home for the hundredth day in a row, trying to bring a smile to my mom who hardly recognizes me anymore – and it hits me like a wave that my four siblings can't even spare an hour to come see her, all living so close but too busy living their 'better' lives, it feels unfair that i am the only one left caring for her when we all promised we'd be there.

sometimes i sit on my worn-out couch, surrounded by empty takeout containers, watching my friends post about their promotions and new cars, while i shuffle over to the nursing home for the hundredth day in a row, trying to bring a smile to my mom who hardly recognizes me anymore – and it hits me like a wave that my four siblings can't even spare an hour to come see her, all living so close but too busy living their 'better' lives, it feels unfair that i am the only one left caring for her when we all promised we'd be there.