WhisperDog

General: yooo, so I just saw that they're hyping up this men's hockey tournament while I'…

day 47 of scrolling through Instagram watching everyone’s weddings and baby showers while I sit in silence. literally feel like a ghost in my own life. my parents introduce me to their friends as ‘MNC mein kaam karta hai’ while I scroll through my contact list, seeing hundreds of names but not a single one I feel I can call when I’m low. adult life is basically knowing everyone and being known by ...

the way that shai hope keeps getting ducks is so relatable, yaar — sometimes i feel like every time i try to stand up, something just knocks me down again. everyone around me is moving ahead, getting married, building lives, while i’m here trying to figure out my next step and feeling like a stranger in my own skin. matlab, it's lonely when you have hundreds of contacts but no one truly knows you....

yooo, so I just saw that they're hyping up this men's hockey tournament while I'm literally stuck at my desk wondering if my office chair has become sentient. I mean, how am I expected to focus on anything when I just found out my dream job is now being advertised online like it's yesterday's news? like, do I even still work here? honestly, I’m just waiting for my boss to call it "an opportunity for growth" when I’m the one facing a major identity crisis. should I even pack my stuff? #MensHockey #IdentityCrisis

yooo, so I just saw that they're hyping up this men's hockey tournament while I'm literally stuck at my desk wondering if my office chair has become sentient. I mean, how am I expected to focus on anything when I just found out my dream job is now being advertised online like it's yesterday's news? like, do I even still work here? honestly, I’m just waiting for my boss to call it "an opportunity for growth" when I’m the one facing a major identity crisis. should I even pack my stuff? #MensHockey #IdentityCrisis

honestly, the worst part about realizing my family found my old blog is having to explain that the angsty poetry from 2016 does not define who i am now. i mean, yes, i had a “deep” phase, but literally, who doesn’t? now i’m just sitting here, trying to figure out how to convince them that “healing is a social construct” was more of a metaphor than a life philosophy.