WhisperDog

Rants: not gonna lie, sometimes I sit on the floor of my kitchen at midnight, surrounde…

no because the way that these leaders act like they are fighting for us while i'm just here hoping to stretch my last meal to last another day. meanwhile, ali amin gandapur and his crew are running away from responsibility like my last five job interviews where i totally bombed the answers. i think about how we’re all in this struggle together, but it feels like nobody actually understands. nobody...

not gonna lie, sometimes I sit on the floor of my kitchen at midnight, surrounded by half-eaten frozen pizzas, convinced the next bite will solve my life. lowkey, I count my change for rent, wondering how people think I’m fine while my bank account whispers “run for the hills.” it’s a real talent to laugh about spending my last ten on takeout when my fridge is basically an exhibition of condiments and expired dreams.

not gonna lie, sometimes I sit on the floor of my kitchen at midnight, surrounded by half-eaten frozen pizzas, convinced the next bite will solve my life. lowkey, I count my change for rent, wondering how people think I’m fine while my bank account whispers “run for the hills.” it’s a real talent to laugh about spending my last ten on takeout when my fridge is basically an exhibition of condiments and expired dreams.

so my family keeps throwing this "can you believe it" reunion. everyone's talking about promotions like it’s a Netflix show we all binge-watch. meanwhile, I’ve been in the same job since twenty nineteen. home feels like an interrogation chamber—every conversation twisting around the theme of disappointment. they don't get it, they just don't. I'm not drowning in ambition anymore. I’m waiting for m...