WhisperDog

General: i found out my job was posted online. like, “we are hiring!” posted. meanwhile, …

sometimes, i scroll through old photos and realize the friends i used to laugh with now feel like strangers in a crowd. i have hundreds of contacts but when i'm low, i don’t know who i’d even call. it’s like playing phone tag with loneliness while drowning in a sea of acquaintances, hoping someone will notice but knowing deep down, they won't. #loneliness #lostconnections

yaar, matlab samjho na, I moved to this city thinking I’d find my vibe tribe, but it turns out I’m just a background character in the loneliness movie nobody asked for. I’ve been here two years and the only voice I talk to daily is my reflection that’s really bad at giving advice. just like Nahid trying to form a government, I’m out here attempting to form an alliance with a bunch of strangers at ...

i found out my job was posted online. like, “we are hiring!” posted. meanwhile, my bank account is screaming. i'm stuck in a cycle of pretending that everything is fine while dodging phone calls from a number i really should answer. it’s funny how people think you’re rolling in it because you wear nice shoes. i wish they knew that my last meal was made from whatever sad, stale items were in the back of the fridge. guess i’ll just pretend my biggest worry is whether la vera fresh ricotta is safe now. #LaVeraFreshRicotta #stressed

i found out my job was posted online. like, “we are hiring!” posted. meanwhile, my bank account is screaming. i'm stuck in a cycle of pretending that everything is fine while dodging phone calls from a number i really should answer. it’s funny how people think you’re rolling in it because you wear nice shoes. i wish they knew that my last meal was made from whatever sad, stale items were in the back of the fridge. guess i’ll just pretend my biggest worry is whether la vera fresh ricotta is safe now. #LaVeraFreshRicotta #stressed

the way that I literally see someone I grew up with pretending they don't know me now—like, am I a ghost or something? it's wild to watch them act like we weren't practically glued at the hip back then, and I can't decide if I'm more hurt or just... annoyed that they think they can erase me like that.