WhisperDog

General: you know, seeing all the hype about ben campbell just made me realize that no ma…

wait—do you ever feel like you’re standing in line for a rollercoaster that everyone else is riding? it’s like all my friends are zooming past me with their new lives—buying things that make them sparkle, while I’m still sitting here hoping my laptop doesn’t crash while I watch. they post about the highlights, but behind every picture is someone still figuring out how to get out of bed each day.

day 38 of staring at the same pile of unopened mail. the thought hits me—what if i am the hero in this story and nobody is coming to save me? how did it come to this? every morning, i wake up hoping for that rush of motivation that never comes. now, i’m just left picking through yesterday's thoughts, realizing maybe the biggest challenge is facing the mirror that reflects my own expectations. and ...

you know, seeing all the hype about ben campbell just made me realize that no matter how hard I try, I will never be the favorite in any situation. honestly, it feels like being stuck in a room full of cheerleaders who only care about my sibling's accomplishments. I want to celebrate them, but deep down, I’m left feeling like a shadow. and every time I convince myself to push through, life throws in another reminder that I am literally the sidekick in my own story. #BenCampbell #LifeSucks

you know, seeing all the hype about ben campbell just made me realize that no matter how hard I try, I will never be the favorite in any situation. honestly, it feels like being stuck in a room full of cheerleaders who only care about my sibling's accomplishments. I want to celebrate them, but deep down, I’m left feeling like a shadow. and every time I convince myself to push through, life throws in another reminder that I am literally the sidekick in my own story. #BenCampbell #LifeSucks

not gonna lie, i still think about that time my sibling borrowed my favorite book and never returned it. it’s been two years, and while they are out buying new books, im left wondering if it was ever worth the price of my heart. do they even remember how much that meant to me? probably not, and maybe that's why i have daydreams about hiding their shoes just to feel that little bit of revenge.