WhisperDog

Confessions: wait. my relatives think i'm rolling in it because i wore a nice shirt to Thanks…

last night, i stumbled upon a photo from a party that felt like a lifetime ago. it was filled with people i used to call friends, laughing in the warmth of a night that now feels frozen. they’ve all faded into strangers, yet their smiling faces mock me, whispering that i’m alone. i have contacts by the hundreds, but when the night hits hard and the loneliness wraps around me, there's no one left t...

i just realized that the neighbor thinks i’m rich. like, RICH rich. and i'm here counting my loose change in a cereal bowl — trying to stretch that last two-dollar bill into a full meal like it's a magic trick. he waved at me, talking about investments like i'm playing Monopoly while drowning in my own lack of a safety net. the truth? i can’t remember the last time i bought something that didn’t h...

wait. my relatives think i'm rolling in it because i wore a nice shirt to Thanksgiving. meanwhile, my closet is filled with the same two outfits i keep rotating to look "put together." honestly, if they knew about the leftover ramen in my pantry and my plan to use expired coupons like a game show contestant just to scrape by, they'd probably start inviting me over for more free meals instead. so here i am, nodding along while they discuss my "success," wishing someone would offer to pay for my lunch... like, any lunch. #keepingupappearances #fakeituntilyoumakeit

wait. my relatives think i'm rolling in it because i wore a nice shirt to Thanksgiving. meanwhile, my closet is filled with the same two outfits i keep rotating to look "put together." honestly, if they knew about the leftover ramen in my pantry and my plan to use expired coupons like a game show contestant just to scrape by, they'd probably start inviting me over for more free meals instead. so here i am, nodding along while they discuss my "success," wishing someone would offer to pay for my lunch... like, any lunch. #keepingupappearances #fakeituntilyoumakeit

...and then I realized—when did everyone turn into a ghost? I mean, one minute we were all sharing our weirdest food combos, and now I scroll through hundreds of contacts like I’m rifling through an abandoned phonebook. The other day, I stood in my kitchen, spooning peanut butter straight from the jar at eleven p.m., and the silence felt like an audience—like they were all judging me from the othe...