I don't want life to end. I want my disorder to end. But it never will.
I wanna talk to you so badly but then why does every conversation with you taste bitter and make me feel sick
Fuck everything fuck everyone fuck the central line fuck uni fuck the government fuck inflation fuck the economy everyone should just fucking die and I am going to go live in a post-apocalyptic country side
bpd culture is needing everyone to love you constantly
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All I want is you. Please don’t leave. Please don’t leave to be with her. I love you so much. Please leave her and be with me. Please please please please please I love you. You’re literally the male version of me we’d be so great together. Please I’d make you feel like a king every day. I love you please don’t leave. You’re so soft and warm and beautiful and you have the greatest smile and laugh and eyes and I love you so much. Please don’t leave.
Idk if thats a bpd or a me thing
Im so delulu. I’m stuck feeling like I’m living in a dream of some kind. Like I’m just a stumbling energy of some kind clunking around and into things at times. I literally forget people can see me sometimes.
And other times I feel like a young god.
To avoid the sick feeling I get from talking to people about my feelings I am vomiting them out here, enjoy.
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