WhisperDog

Questions: yoo, so I just saw my ex’s engagement post and thought I was over it—nope, I’m s…

nobody tells you that adult life feels like standing in a crowded room but nobody is really talking to you. i have hundreds of contacts, but when the world feels heavy, there’s not a single person i can call who really knows me. it’s like building a life designed to make everyone proud, but feeling utterly invisible while doing it. i miss connections, but maybe i was never meant to find them.

last night, I was scrolling through Instagram and saw all my friends posting their gym selfies after ‘crushing it’ with workouts. meanwhile, I’m literally laying on my couch eating cold pizza, telling myself this is self-care. matlab, yaaar, even the pizza is better shaped than my life right now. honestly, at this point, I should just put ‘exercise’ on my list of things I don’t do anymore. #Oudhev...

yoo, so I just saw my ex’s engagement post and thought I was over it—nope, I’m still that kid standing at the sidelines. everyone seems to be leveling up—friends are buying houses, getting their dream cars while I can barely afford to keep my Wi-Fi on. I’ve been everyone's therapist and now I have no one to spill my guts to. sometimes I think maybe I just should disappear to a place where nobody remembers how it used to be. #OudheverleeLeuvenVsArsenal #unfilteredtruth

yoo, so I just saw my ex’s engagement post and thought I was over it—nope, I’m still that kid standing at the sidelines. everyone seems to be leveling up—friends are buying houses, getting their dream cars while I can barely afford to keep my Wi-Fi on. I’ve been everyone's therapist and now I have no one to spill my guts to. sometimes I think maybe I just should disappear to a place where nobody remembers how it used to be. #OudheverleeLeuvenVsArsenal #unfilteredtruth

it's not that I don't have interests. it's just... I built an entire world around a bus ride. every stranger, their own story. I watched them day after day, guessing what they felt. but when the bus stops, they vanish. I have hundreds of contacts on my phone but not one person I can share my thoughts with. that isolation stings.