WhisperDog

Thoughts: so i'm just trying to enjoy my coffee during break, right? and then my toxic cow…

it's not that i'm obsessed with random strangers on the bus, it's just... one day, i saw this guy reading about "sevilla vs alavés" and instantly believed he was a secret sports spy. i pictured us running away together after he dramatically explained the importance of this match while wearing sunglasses indoors. does anyone else manifest these awkward fantasies or is it just me? maybe i’ll show up...

not gonna lie, every time I see news about al fateh vs al-nassr, it stings a little. it reminds me of when my ex started dating my friend, and everyone knew except me. I sat there, scrolling through a feed full of highlights while feeling like a ghost in my own life, alone in a room full of faces, yet none of them really knew me. I have a hundred contacts, but I could count on one hand how many wo...

so i'm just trying to enjoy my coffee during break, right? and then my toxic coworker, who somehow got promoted, starts acting like they discovered the cure for a common cold because they reorganized a filing cabinet. at first, it's all light banter until they actually demand that i submit my ideas to them for "feedback," and i can't tell if i'm having a slow mental breakdown or if i just wish for a time machine to undo their promotion.

so i'm just trying to enjoy my coffee during break, right? and then my toxic coworker, who somehow got promoted, starts acting like they discovered the cure for a common cold because they reorganized a filing cabinet. at first, it's all light banter until they actually demand that i submit my ideas to them for "feedback," and i can't tell if i'm having a slow mental breakdown or if i just wish for a time machine to undo their promotion.

i just found out that all my forgotten subscriptions add up to more than my grocery budget. like, who needs a mindfulness app when i am this close to losing my mind over hidden expenses? people think i'm living lavishly because i can put on a smile, but my bank account tells a very different story. if only manifesting a million dollars worked like the power of positive thinking does in those chees...