WhisperDog

Rants: honestly, i just found a pile of notes in the back of my kitchen drawer. they’re…

i see all these people talking about moving to germany for new opportunities. but yaar, when i moved here two years ago, i thought making friends would be easy. matlab, now i have hundreds of contacts, but nobody who really knows me. when i am low, it hits harder because it’s just me and my silence. this loneliness is suffocating, bhai. maybe this whole 'opportunity' thing is a trap, and i just fe...

the way that klaudia syguła just crushed it in the octagon. meanwhile, i just crushed a family-sized pizza alone on my couch, scrolling through old texts where my partner used to say sweet things. i thought about how they don’t text me like that anymore, and it hits harder than a UFC punch. now, here i am, feeling like a shadow of my former self, all while watching someone else thrive. guess it’s ...

honestly, i just found a pile of notes in the back of my kitchen drawer. they’re from an old friend who passed away — notes we wrote in college, filled with our wild dreams. and now, as i’m staring at the scribbles of a life we thought we’d share, i can’t shake this feeling of guilt that i never reached out to their family, or even kept in touch. it feels so silly to mourn someone i didn't even really know anymore— it feels selfish— and yet, here i am, clutching these fragile pages as if they hold the answers to something bigger. and just when i thought i’d come to terms with it...

honestly, i just found a pile of notes in the back of my kitchen drawer. they’re from an old friend who passed away — notes we wrote in college, filled with our wild dreams. and now, as i’m staring at the scribbles of a life we thought we’d share, i can’t shake this feeling of guilt that i never reached out to their family, or even kept in touch. it feels so silly to mourn someone i didn't even really know anymore— it feels selfish— and yet, here i am, clutching these fragile pages as if they hold the answers to something bigger. and just when i thought i’d come to terms with it...

bruh, I just texted my therapist about how I secretly judge my coworker for having weird sock choices— and they replied two seconds later. Now I’m sitting here wondering if they’ll ever see me the same way again, like am I now the sock-snob client? Guess I’m that person now— I mean, what even is an appropriate response to "do I need to reevaluate my wardrobe choices?" #awkwardconfessions #selfref...