I Want To Live Out My Anger, I Want To Be Able To Scream And Smash, I Want To Defend Myself Like An Adult.

I hope he misses 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.

Without my mental illness I wouldn't know who I am but, because of my mental illness I have no sense of self. Like the logic is super crazy.

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

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"Memory of sun seeps from the heart", Anna Akhmatova (translated by D. M. Thomas)

how does one get over a summer love?

when you’re not near me, the hole in my chest starts to ache. I have not spoken to you once, nor have you spoken to me. I virtually know nothing about you. But you are now my greatest obsession. I hope I dream of you.