WhisperDog

Confessions: i genuinely believe that one day, i will discover a treasure map hidden under my…

wait, why do I always find out about things too late? like that gold medalist drama. I’m scrolling and suddenly it hits me—I'm single, again. here I am, emotionally invested in someone else’s success while my heart still thinks there’s a chance for my lost love to text me out of the blue. as everyone else finds their "happily ever after," I sit alone—wondering if I’ll ever find the courage to actu...

do you ever feel like you’re living in a soap opera and your family has written the script? every family gathering feels like an audition for a role you didn’t even want, while they keep comparing me to everyone else, just waiting for the moment I falter. meanwhile, I’m clinging to a job that treats loyalty like an afterthought, yet here I am, looking for some sort of approval from people who have...

i genuinely believe that one day, i will discover a treasure map hidden under my mattress that leads me to endless wealth. my friends are out there living their best lives, buying houses and cars, while i'm stuck here wondering if it's acceptable to eat instant noodles for breakfast. i'm not even mad; i just know that any day now, my luck is going to flip like a light switch. until then, i will continue manifesting all the impossible things. #delusionalmanifesting #watchmewin

i genuinely believe that one day, i will discover a treasure map hidden under my mattress that leads me to endless wealth. my friends are out there living their best lives, buying houses and cars, while i'm stuck here wondering if it's acceptable to eat instant noodles for breakfast. i'm not even mad; i just know that any day now, my luck is going to flip like a light switch. until then, i will continue manifesting all the impossible things. #delusionalmanifesting #watchmewin

honestly, yaar, while everyone is talking about this bangladesh election stuff, I am here wondering if I’ll even make it to next month without another financial meltdown. matlab, life looks all polished online, but my reality is like a bad joke that I can’t stop laughing about. one minute I am scrolling through posts about change and progress, and the next I am counting coins for groceries. matlab...