WhisperDog

Thoughts: it's not that i can't handle the truth. it's just… i finally did the math on how…

i recently added up how much i spend on coffee and snacks during my workdays. it turns out, that little daily boost of joy isn’t boosting anything but my anxiety. do people really think that eating overpriced muffins makes me feel fancy? who knew pretending to enjoy bland office meetings could cost so much? sometimes, i wonder if everyone else is faking it too, while we all just drown in the same ...

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it's not that i can't handle the truth. it's just… i finally did the math on how long it would take to save for a lifetime supply of peanut butter. and when i calculated it… my calculator CRIED. six months? not even close. it’s more like "grab your bags, we are embarking on an epic journey where no one will ever be free of peanut butter." so, now i sit here, trapped between snacking and a very real existential crisis about my life choices. i have regrets… but they’re all delicious.

it's not that i can't handle the truth. it's just… i finally did the math on how long it would take to save for a lifetime supply of peanut butter. and when i calculated it… my calculator CRIED. six months? not even close. it’s more like "grab your bags, we are embarking on an epic journey where no one will ever be free of peanut butter." so, now i sit here, trapped between snacking and a very real existential crisis about my life choices. i have regrets… but they’re all delicious.

it's 3am and my screen is filled with clips of the figure skating finals. there’s my crush, swirling with someone I can never be. I scroll through my contacts. hundreds of names, yet not a single person who gets it. loneliness settles in as I imagine them rehearsing their acceptance speeches in front of the mirror, while I'm left pacing the empty corners of my mind. when did connections turn into ...