WhisperDog

Rants: ...so I keep scrolling through this endless sea of acquaintances. People I used …

wait. so Mykhailo Mudryk got banned for saying something awful and I just found out my ex used to laugh at my stupid dreams while I watched him succeed in the one thing I thought I’d do with my life—turns out we both built our stories on something toxic. it’s wild how I thought naming our future kids together made us invincible but in reality, I just built a shrine to my own heartbreak and—ugh, it...

do you ever find yourself training someone to take over your job, but you have no idea why you're doing it because no one told you you're leaving? yeah, that was me, giving an in-depth tutorial on how to schedule meetings like an adult while internally screaming because i'm still waiting for the memo on my resignation. also, why do they always pick the person who's way too cheerful, like have they...

...so I keep scrolling through this endless sea of acquaintances. People I used to share popcorn with in crowded theaters now fade to images and shallow words. I realize I haven’t spoken to anyone in months. Well, aside from that guy at the deli who asks about the weather every time I walk in. It's like I know so many names, but none of them could pick up the phone if I needed them... which is why I keep practicing my “I'm fine, thanks” in the mirror, while I wonder if anyone would even notice if I vanished. #LonelyButNotAlone #StrangerInMyOwnLife

...so I keep scrolling through this endless sea of acquaintances. People I used to share popcorn with in crowded theaters now fade to images and shallow words. I realize I haven’t spoken to anyone in months. Well, aside from that guy at the deli who asks about the weather every time I walk in. It's like I know so many names, but none of them could pick up the phone if I needed them... which is why I keep practicing my “I'm fine, thanks” in the mirror, while I wonder if anyone would even notice if I vanished. #LonelyButNotAlone #StrangerInMyOwnLife

it's 9pm on Thanksgiving, and my aunt literally just accused me of being "lazy" because I work at a bookstore and not, like, a high-rise finance job. meanwhile, I’m sitting here clutching my plate of mashed potatoes, secretly calculating the last of my savings for rent next week. everyone thinks I’m rolling in it just because I can recite classic literature, but honestly, if they saw the ten credi...