In Bed With A Boy Whos Sleepily Yapping Away About His Nerdy Little Interest While You Hold Him So So

getting fucking dunked on by my little sister for existing in a perpetual state of worry

I used to do personality tests a lot, looking for something to tell me who I really am, an answer that's satisfying.

People would describe me and it never felt real, but who was I to dispute it?

I never felt like I knew who I was and every description of me, from golden admiration to scathing hatred, never felt like it was me.

fast drawing of Walter and Jesse as calico critters. dont mind the pizza

How was your day?

I fake being well.

Sitting around waiting to be messaged and flirted with and paid attention to

digital painting I did of my boyfriend and I a while back. he is my world

watching another person with bpd also lose themselves to limerence..

second choice second choice second choice!! wonderful!! love that for me ! only talk to me when everyone else has to go ! I won't notice ! I dont care ! me ? never !