WhisperDog

Confessions: not gonna lie, sometimes I wonder if my friends actually like me or if they’re j…

it's not that I didn't see it coming... it's just that I can’t believe the one person I stuck my neck out for would mock my choice of toaster. I mean, it’s a perfectly good vintage model! I just don’t get how anyone could turn my defense into a roast while I’m still here, pretending it’s all cool... it’s like, uh, is it my fault your last one burned your bagel?

last night, I overheard my family reminiscing about my ex like he was some lost treasure. they acted like he was a once-in-a-lifetime catch while I'm here, in this underwhelming relationship, feeling like a spectator in my own life. it's wild how everyone seems to remember the past as this beautiful mess, but nobody acknowledges the reasons it ended. was I really that easy to replace? sometimes I ...

not gonna lie, sometimes I wonder if my friends actually like me or if they’re just in love with my curated chaos. like, I could literally wear the same pajamas for three days and post a bathroom selfie looking semi-decent, and suddenly I'm the "quirky friend." do they know I only say yes to plans because I’m avoiding the mountain of laundry that literally haunts my room? I feel like I’m playing a character in this absurd sitcom called "life" and nobody gets the joke but me.

not gonna lie, sometimes I wonder if my friends actually like me or if they’re just in love with my curated chaos. like, I could literally wear the same pajamas for three days and post a bathroom selfie looking semi-decent, and suddenly I'm the "quirky friend." do they know I only say yes to plans because I’m avoiding the mountain of laundry that literally haunts my room? I feel like I’m playing a character in this absurd sitcom called "life" and nobody gets the joke but me.

have you ever been so broke that you considered using old concert tickets as currency? yeah, that was me last week, looking at my bank account like it was an ex that ghosted. so there I was, awkwardly sliding a faded ticket to a band I hated into the landlord's hands, mumbling something about 'great memories' and totally avoiding eye contact... as if that would somehow convince them to accept the ...