WhisperDog

Thoughts: i swear, sometimes i think people actually enjoy being miserable. like, they wal…

yooo, i saw Maxim Naumov competing and felt that urge to connect with someone who truly sees me. instead, i sat there thinking about how nobody really knows the me behind closed doors. i'm surrounded by faces, but in reality, they're just reflections of what i wish i had—real conversations, moments where someone might ask how i am. instead, my life is like a rehearsal nobody cares to attend, just ...

yaar, everyone is talking about how AI is reshaping things, but while they are busy buying houses and posting their success, i can't even buy a new pair of shoes. matlab, every update makes me feel like i'm just existing in the background. it’s like they are advancing in a game and i'm stuck on level one, just watching, wondering if anyone sees how hard it is. hai na? #ArtificialIntelligenceNews #...

i swear, sometimes i think people actually enjoy being miserable. like, they wallow in it like a comfort blanket. it’s so sad that i'm starting to feel like my real passion is just watching everyone else stumble and fall, while i play the part of the awkward cheerleader who knows the truth but can’t say it out loud. it’s a weird game of trying to look perfect while secretly enjoying the chaos, and honestly, maybe that makes me the worst kind of person.

i swear, sometimes i think people actually enjoy being miserable. like, they wallow in it like a comfort blanket. it’s so sad that i'm starting to feel like my real passion is just watching everyone else stumble and fall, while i play the part of the awkward cheerleader who knows the truth but can’t say it out loud. it’s a weird game of trying to look perfect while secretly enjoying the chaos, and honestly, maybe that makes me the worst kind of person.

day 47 of feeling like a ghost at family gatherings. everyone praises my cousin who landed a job in cybersecurity, meanwhile my own parents brag about me not realizing that I still can’t even secure my own emotional well-being. it’s exhausting, yaar. when did personal worth get measured in jobs and accolades? the other day my mother casually asked if I’ll ever achieve anything meaningful, while al...