Next Time You Say Something Even Slightly Mean Or Offensive I’m Going Right For Your Throat

What can I do with this want.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath — 3rd January 1959

there’s something wrong with me.

there’s something wrong with me.

there’s something wrong with me.

there’s something wrong with me.

there’s something wrong with me.

how does one get over a summer love?

I cannot accept that one person can act so differently. I cannot love and hate a person at the same time and still see them as one person. You are two people. And I only love the one of you that has died. 

Nobody talks about how hard it is to face people again after you've had an episode in front of them

Once they've seen you do full-force into self-destruct, they always look at you with a sense of wariness and like you're not the person they thought you were

The shame makes me want to rip my skin off

Idk normalize wanting nothing to do with your fp and hating them and then wanting them to stay

kms, i need a person to want to talk to me 🙏🏾

it’s hard to hate someone when you can remember what it was like to love them. I wish I could erase all memories of you from my mind.

Can’t feel anger without physically punching walls or holding in the intrusive violent urges so much that it makes my arms physically burn and hurt

Can’t look at someone who’s even moderately attractive without desperately falling in love and imagine a whole life together

Can’t feel “happy” or moderately excited without feeling like my chest is about to burst and the only way to get it out is to literally vibrate and yell

Can’t feel sad without spiralling immediately into just wanting to stop existing

Can’t feel nervous without teeth chattering chest burning about to throw up

Or just don’t feel anything at all when (apparently) I am supposed to

bpd culture is wishing you could feel emotions normally

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