WhisperDog

Advice: it's three a.m. and my phone buzzes with notifications of people celebrating the…

no because I just accidentally liked a post from someone I don't even talk to. it was literally 47 weeks old. now I am literally in a spiraling panic, waiting for the awkward text or the confrontation that is definitely going to come. why does nobody warn you about this betrayal?

literally looked at old photos today and thought, who is that person? is this growth or just losing pieces of myself? honestly, if that version of me walked by, would i even say hello? it's like each year strips away another layer of who i used to be. but is that evolution, or have i just become a stranger in my own skin?

it's three a.m. and my phone buzzes with notifications of people celebrating their promotions. meanwhile, i literally just got passed up again for the third time this year. seeing others succeed while i feel stuck is like watching a movie where everyone gets the happy ending except me. sometimes, i wonder if there's something wrong with me. while auqib nabi is out here making dreams happen, i can't help but feel like the extras in my own life. #AuqibNabi #Relatable

it's three a.m. and my phone buzzes with notifications of people celebrating their promotions. meanwhile, i literally just got passed up again for the third time this year. seeing others succeed while i feel stuck is like watching a movie where everyone gets the happy ending except me. sometimes, i wonder if there's something wrong with me. while auqib nabi is out here making dreams happen, i can't help but feel like the extras in my own life. #AuqibNabi #Relatable

honestly, saw my ex's engagement post and my stomach dropped like a lead balloon; now i’m awkwardly scrolling through their photos while pretending to focus on my job, but yaar, matlab samjho na, the only thing getting engaged here is my sense of denial, because who knew that “moving on” could mean clinging onto leftovers from the buffet of love that was so expired, even the rats wouldn’t touch it...