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"I love you more I'd go to hell and back-" I'd tear my lungs out. I'd rip my spine out for you, I would murder someone in cold blood so you could walk on their body to protect your feet. I would rip out my own vocal cords, tear out my eyeballs if that's what you wanted. I would starve myself until I'm dead if you asked, I would run away with you, I'd go to jail, I'd kill your family, I'd steal, murder, hurt, do anything the second you asked.

every time I decide I’m done with you, for some godforsaken reason, I dream about you the same night

the realisation that you have no actual friends is… freeing

next time you say something even slightly mean or offensive I’m going right for your throat

I hope you die, *****. Or I hope you move away forever and I never see you again. But it’d be satisfying if you just died. I wish I could forget you existed and erase all my memories of you. But it’d be more realistic if you just died.

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

bpd culture is "I love you and it's killing me"

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"just be yourself" i dont know who the fuck i am

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

but sometimes I am also a narcissist and am afraid everyone is in love with me

I have bpd, of course I assume everyone hates me until proven otherwise

Found on Pinterest to bring you BPD information.

It’s gonna be FUN!!!!! IT’S GONNA BE FUN! FUN!

(Me trying to convince myself to not throw up when I have to do things I volunteered to do)

I always type long messages for you and then leave them there. I’m worried I might accidentally hit send one day.

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

I thought I felt this way because I miss you but I probably just have a disorder. Maybe it’s both.

if I think about you long enough or hard enough will I cross your mind?

I’m so angry I don’t know what to do. I need help. I’m so angry it’s hurting my chest. It’s like clawing at me from the inside.

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

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

i think the solution to my problems is to just kms

Feeling evil (just wanna be loved by someone that only has eyes for me)

i want to live out my anger, i want to be able to scream and smash, i want to defend myself like an adult. then why am i crying every time

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.

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 literally have to lay down after every minor task. going to the supermarket is a herculean effort. how am i supposed to live a life like this