WhisperDog

Thoughts: so there i was—stalking the photo album of a guy who hasn’t texted me back in we…

wait, how is it that the one person I defended at the family reunion—who I literally brought snacks for—has the audacity to talk about my embarrassing obsession with vintage doorbells behind my back? like, who even mentions someone's love for antique chimes when discussing family dynamics?

like, honestly, I was just minding my own business, wondering why my indoor plant seems to be judging my life choices, when I overheard my boss praising a colleague for literally stealing my idea. I mean, how do you steal a vision about office snack aesthetics? I’m still plotting my revenge, which honestly might involve stapling post-its to their desk with a very passive-aggressive message. #Matth...

so there i was—stalking the photo album of a guy who hasn’t texted me back in weeks. just casually browsing, you know? accidentally liked a photo from 47 weeks ago, and now i feel like i should apologize to every person in the universe. was that picture even worthy of my heart? what do i even say now—“sorry for invading your past”? meanwhile, i’m processing the fact that the biggest emotional rollercoaster in my life is trying to figure out my status as the like of an obsolete photo. why do i care about this when ‘Border 2’ is supposedly this deep war drama? is my life a war zone too? #BorderMovieReview #LikeFail

so there i was—stalking the photo album of a guy who hasn’t texted me back in weeks. just casually browsing, you know? accidentally liked a photo from 47 weeks ago, and now i feel like i should apologize to every person in the universe. was that picture even worthy of my heart? what do i even say now—“sorry for invading your past”? meanwhile, i’m processing the fact that the biggest emotional rollercoaster in my life is trying to figure out my status as the like of an obsolete photo. why do i care about this when ‘Border 2’ is supposedly this deep war drama? is my life a war zone too? #BorderMovieReview #LikeFail

honestly, my sibling got a personalized plaque for just existing while I got a participation trophy for being alive. every family gathering feels like a game show where I’m the contestant with no chance to win—guess that’s what happens when they announce my sibling’s degree like it’s breaking news while I’m in the corner quietly wondering when my life turned into a reality TV show. but hey, at lea...