I Will Be Like "I'm Fine" And Then Another Fucking Event Will Occur

i don’t know who i am anymore, there’s too many versions of “me”

I wanna talk to you so badly but then why does every conversation with you taste bitter and make me feel sick

guilt eats away at my flesh. it settles in my bones. it lives within my chest.

all I can do is stare at your name and hope that something will happen

(me, insane since the day i was born) sorry haha this has just been an off day for me

born to be an idgafer forced to be a yearner

bpd culture is growing up too soon and staying the child forever

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he has no idea that I’m literally on my knees praying and crying for him every day it’s actually ridiculous that he’s consuming my brain LIKE A PARASITE and he’s just completely clueless. I hope he has a dream where he sees how much he’s in my head and in my heart and in between my teeth and under my skin and he gets hit so hard with it he fucking dies. No one could love him like I would.

violent tendencies are starting to get out of hand almost jumped at and choked out a jabroni on the train today for no reason. It physically hurts my head when I don’t act out on my violent thoughts.