I'm So Fucking Tired Of Splitting On People. I Just Fucking Said A Bunch Of Shit I Didn't Want To Say

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

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.

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.

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

it hurts me physically that he’s not mine we’d be so disgustingly toxic and perfect together don’t you fucking see he’s literally the male version of me I want him so bad

the realisation that you have no actual friends is… freeing

I wish you loved me as violently and consumingly as I love you

The way I was so upset and tired and I started to dissociate and drift off and then I got a text message from you and my mood instantly changed. I couldn’t stop smiling and I was bouncing on my feet. And you have no idea. Text me back u rat I need saving again.

I hate how I want him to miss me.