WhisperDog

Stories: it’s not that I’m jealous… it’s just watching my high school friends get brand n…

no because the way my old coworker just posted about their engagement—while I sit here in a beige cubicle trying to figure out how I’m going to buy a toaster. everyone’s getting houses and I’m over here surviving on takeout leftovers—didn’t I manifest my dream kitchen once? sometimes I swear I could build a shrine to all the people living their best lives while I still can’t figure out how to asse...

yooo, just saw the news about Aaron Wiggins. dude's not starting and I’m sitting here wondering how I became the background player in my own life, like... I used to have friends. now it feels like I just scroll through contacts that no longer mean anything. I mean, what do you even say? "Hey, remember when we used to laugh about nothing?" But here I am. Financial anxiety keeps me awake at night ...

it’s not that I’m jealous… it’s just watching my high school friends get brand new electric bikes while I’m still figuring out how to patch the hole in my favorite shoes feels like an episode of a show I never auditioned for. I scroll and see their selfies with perfect scenery, and I’m here pondering if adding more cheese to my instant noodles counts as a culinary adventure… why can’t I have that level of fun?

it’s not that I’m jealous… it’s just watching my high school friends get brand new electric bikes while I’m still figuring out how to patch the hole in my favorite shoes feels like an episode of a show I never auditioned for. I scroll and see their selfies with perfect scenery, and I’m here pondering if adding more cheese to my instant noodles counts as a culinary adventure… why can’t I have that level of fun?

ever notice how your friends are posting about their brand-new home gyms while you are still deciding if you can afford the $5 monthly app for yoga? meanwhile, i have a yoga mat that has turned into a glorified dust collector in the corner. they're in homes with fancy kitchen islands while i’m googling the art of boiling pasta. it feels like everyone else received a life manual except for me. mayb...