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Appreciation: it's not that i failed at my bingo game, it's just… my card was missing three sq…

if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, just know that it is okay to not have it all figured out, and every step you take, no matter how small, is still progress. #InnerStrength #HopeExists

i just learned about this whole #Iex market situation, and it hit me hard. like, my parents were literally buying houses and planning their futures while i am here contemplating what toppings to get on my instant ramen. how did they do that? should i manifest an apartment and a sustainable career by the end of the week, or is that too much to ask? this financial chaos is about to make my 3-year pl...

it's not that i failed at my bingo game, it's just… my card was missing three squares—turns out someone borrowed it and returned a fake one. so when my parent said "i’m not mad, i'm just disappointed," i had to process the fact that my love for bingo had now spiraled into the DEEPER, all-consuming betrayal of an unlicensed bingo criminal. i haven't looked at the bingo hall the same way since; that adrenaline rush will haunt me—if you see me there again, just know i’m buying my own card, thank you very much.

it's not that i failed at my bingo game, it's just… my card was missing three squares—turns out someone borrowed it and returned a fake one. so when my parent said "i’m not mad, i'm just disappointed," i had to process the fact that my love for bingo had now spiraled into the DEEPER, all-consuming betrayal of an unlicensed bingo criminal. i haven't looked at the bingo hall the same way since; that adrenaline rush will haunt me—if you see me there again, just know i’m buying my own card, thank you very much.

bruh, just found out my book club has a whole separate chat called "The Page Turners Without [my name]" and now i am SCREAMING. they think they can plot how to 'unveil the plot twist' without me? little do they know, i already know who dies in that book because i googled it at 2am like an amateur detective. it’s wild how i thought we were collectively crying over the same pages while they are gett...