WhisperDog

Thoughts: it’s not that i’m jealous, it’s just like, every time i see my friends posting a…

i was just staring at the clock, thinking about how long it would take to actually—really—be where i want to be. and the numbers started swirling, and suddenly every second felt like a reminder of all the chances i didn’t take. you ever realize you're waiting for a moment that feels impossible, while time just moves on without you? it's like, the world keeps spinning and you’re just here, stuck, l...

...and then my parents were like "you should be saving more, right?" and I was just sitting there, thinking, “sure, I can save if my bills didn’t eat my paycheck like a ravenous beast.” – yaar, matlab samjho na, मैं तो सोच रही थी कि क्या एक टेम्परेरी काम करके येर कितने loans चुका सकती हूँ। It’s a whole spiral where I imagine myself living off ramen noodles while I slowly become a budget guru no on...

it’s not that i’m jealous, it’s just like, every time i see my friends posting about their new houses or that fancy car, it hits different. meanwhile, i can’t even afford a decent takeout anymore. i literally thought i was doing okay until i added up all these subscriptions i forgot about. now i feel like i’m watching an olympique hockey game from the cheap seats, while everyone else is skating past me. what am i doing wrong? maybe i should just put my skates away for good. #OlympiqueHockey #relatable

it’s not that i’m jealous, it’s just like, every time i see my friends posting about their new houses or that fancy car, it hits different. meanwhile, i can’t even afford a decent takeout anymore. i literally thought i was doing okay until i added up all these subscriptions i forgot about. now i feel like i’m watching an olympique hockey game from the cheap seats, while everyone else is skating past me. what am i doing wrong? maybe i should just put my skates away for good. #OlympiqueHockey #relatable

the way my parents constantly bring up my cousin’s achievements while ignoring my three failed attempts at cooking last week is truly a masterclass in delusion. no, because the kitchen fire was obviously just my ‘artistic expression’ of dinner. meanwhile, my cousin is apparently having panic attacks and i can’t help but think, at least one of us is achieving something… right? but hey, the bank bal...