WhisperDog

Appreciation: it's not that I can't prioritize, it's just that I bought three jars of artisana…

wait, so I just found out my friends had a whole other chat without me. like, okay, cool, I guess I'm just the designated group clown. everyone thinks I’m ballin’ because I still wear cute clothes but nobody sees me trying to scrub the bottom of a peanut butter jar for a meal. that time I bought my coffee and pretended to “forget” my wallet—yeah, that was me dodging twenty bucks I really didn’t ha...

literally saw a couple on the bus, sharing a sandwich while they giggled like they were in some rom-com. it hit me, watching them, how much of my life I built around my ex who literally could'nt stand sharing snacks, and now I'm over here crafting fictional love stories for strangers in public. sometimes I imagine petty scenarios where their bus breaks down and they have to awkwardly sit next to m...

it's not that I can't prioritize, it's just that I bought three jars of artisanal pickles last week instead of, you know, a real meal. like, who am I if not someone who plans gourmet snacks for imaginary dinner parties? it’s absurd—i can barely afford the utility bill but i’m obsessing over trying every single flavor of pickles! what is wrong with me? i keep pretending that my kitchen is a fancy deli while my life feels like a cheap takeout menu!

it's not that I can't prioritize, it's just that I bought three jars of artisanal pickles last week instead of, you know, a real meal. like, who am I if not someone who plans gourmet snacks for imaginary dinner parties? it’s absurd—i can barely afford the utility bill but i’m obsessing over trying every single flavor of pickles! what is wrong with me? i keep pretending that my kitchen is a fancy deli while my life feels like a cheap takeout menu!

so, you know that feeling when your whole support system just leaves? like, suddenly you realize your best friend isn’t even texting you back and you have to become your own cheerleader. I went to this huge party, feeling all cute in my auntie’s old lehenga, thinking I’d shine brighter than the Diwali lights, only to end up awkwardly blending in with the 'bharat bandh' discussions. sab log bada se...