WhisperDog

Thoughts: not gonna lie, scrolling through my contacts feels like flipping through a ghost…

wait, they say February fifteenth is all about emotional balance and clarity. so there I was, mixing paint colors at three in the morning, trying to express a love I never had the guts to show. I panicked at the thought of letting someone in. I made an entire canvas scream in neon about the solitude that fills me, and all they got was a polite “thank you.” still not sure if I’m the artist or the e...

literally, have you ever realized how many people pretend to care about things that are utterly pointless? like, we gather around the office microwave, making small talk while inside, I’m screaming about that last paycheck being cut in half for 'budget cuts.' actually, do these people know the difference between my shiny desk mug and my hidden panic attack? the world thinks I'm thriving because I ...

not gonna lie, scrolling through my contacts feels like flipping through a ghost town. so many names, but honestly, no one really gets me anymore. i sacrificed everything to come here, chasing some vague idea of success, but now it’s just me, alone on a random Tuesday. literally wondering if it was all worth it. it’s like, maybe my zodiac sign needs a new trajectory because this isolation is weighing me down. #15Feb #Loneliness

not gonna lie, scrolling through my contacts feels like flipping through a ghost town. so many names, but honestly, no one really gets me anymore. i sacrificed everything to come here, chasing some vague idea of success, but now it’s just me, alone on a random Tuesday. literally wondering if it was all worth it. it’s like, maybe my zodiac sign needs a new trajectory because this isolation is weighing me down. #15Feb #Loneliness

no because i saw my friends posting about buying new cars and homes. and here i am, still scrolling through endless job applications and barely making rent. they’re all living their best lives while i feel stuck, like i’m on the sidelines. it hurts seeing people move on, yet i’m still haunted by old memories, like the way things used to be... you know? sometimes i wish they'd all just... stay quie...