WhisperDog

Confessions: everybody says being alone is a choice. but it's hard to own that when your frie…

ok but has anyone else felt like they’re living in a reality show where everyone got the invitation except you? watching people upgrade their lives, buying new kitchens or fancy furniture while you’re still stuck trying to find a decent chair that doesn’t scream “I just graduated college three years too late.” it’s like I’m failing at the basics while the whole cast is rolling in life’s luxury... ...

checked their social media again, scrolling through highlight reels of friends who became strangers, while I sit here alone, feeling like a ghost in a crowd, and somehow the chaos of the nrl pre-season makes it worse; it’s like watching everyone rush towards something while I'm still trying to figure out how to even be in the room. #NrlPreSeason #loneliness

everybody says being alone is a choice. but it's hard to own that when your friends just ghosted you after tying the knot. they think i’m living my best life while i drown in reminders of who we used to be. seeing the protests in italy, i can't help but think about all the noise around me and how quiet my own life has become. maybe the real fight is just trying to hold on to the memories while no one else does. #Italy #Loneliness

everybody says being alone is a choice. but it's hard to own that when your friends just ghosted you after tying the knot. they think i’m living my best life while i drown in reminders of who we used to be. seeing the protests in italy, i can't help but think about all the noise around me and how quiet my own life has become. maybe the real fight is just trying to hold on to the memories while no one else does. #Italy #Loneliness

it's not that I don't have friends. it's just... I used to have this group that felt like home, laughter spilling out until late at night. now, I look at my phone filled with names I don’t really connect with. when I’m low, there's nobody to call, just a parade of acquaintances who know the surface me, but not the real me. it’s weird, the way people fade into strangers, like a book half-read and.....