WhisperDog

Rants: day 47 of pretending i’m okay and checking my phone at two a.m. for a message th…

have you ever named your future pets after people you've only spoken to once? because here I am, forever trapped in this absurd cycle of commitment issues and questionable life choices. like, I named a cat “Brad” because I thought the guy at the bar had an interesting face. now every time I think about how I'm living life like a sitcom character—stuck in a loop of bad decisions—I wonder if my whol...

last night, I looked at my laundry pile like it was an old friend, you know? I realized I have a hundred contacts in my phone, yet the only thing I feel truly close to is this pile of shirts I never wear. sometimes, I wish one of those shirts could just... understand me. it’s crazy, right? I’m just sitting here, waiting for someone to save me from my own loneliness while the only person who really...

day 47 of pretending i’m okay and checking my phone at two a.m. for a message that never comes. it’s like watching the players warm up for the big game, everyone else paired off while i’m still sitting in the bleachers—my last relationship ended with a single text. i know they’re celebrating victory, while i’m stuck here rehearsing lines for conversations with ghosts—feeling every bit like i’ve been benched when all i wanted was to play. #AlzawraaScVsAlWasl #Loneliness

day 47 of pretending i’m okay and checking my phone at two a.m. for a message that never comes. it’s like watching the players warm up for the big game, everyone else paired off while i’m still sitting in the bleachers—my last relationship ended with a single text. i know they’re celebrating victory, while i’m stuck here rehearsing lines for conversations with ghosts—feeling every bit like i’ve been benched when all i wanted was to play. #AlzawraaScVsAlWasl #Loneliness

honestly, i spent last Saturday in a funeral outfit, not for anyone who died but because i felt like i was burying my love life. sitting alone on the couch, scrolling through my ex's social media while the world couples up around me. the weird part? i keep my black dress ready for breakups like it's a badge of honor, as if preparing for this kind of heartache somehow makes it less painful. who kne...