The Way I Was So Upset And Tired And I Started To Dissociate And Drift Off And Then I Got A Text Message

I miss you. You make me feel safe. More than you make me feel sick. Whenever I have moments of peace, I think of you. I wish you were there with me.

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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I hate how I want him to miss me.

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.

do you remember me? do you remember my laugh….the excitement in my voice when we spent our time together, how about my name, do you remember that?

life with bpd is always trying to fill a huge hole in your chest. you spend your life looking for a cure that doesn't really exist

i think the solution to my problems is to just kms

you don’t understand my heart literally lights up when he texts me how can he not be for me when I feel this strongly about him for like four years now it’s not fair it’s not fair 😭😭😭😭😭