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I want to be someone’s favourite PLEASE

Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

having bpd and also being a people pleaser is so weird because i will hate someone when they’re not with me and swear i’ll ignore them, and then 15 minutes later i’ll pick up their call and spend the next five hours with them

it's so fucked up that you could just eat a micro sd card

And in the end I seriously don't think I could actually kill myself. When it all boils down, I truly don't think I'd be able to. But thinking of it and obsessing over and all the what ifs and possibilities somehow makes me feel a little better. It's terrifying yet soothing. And I know that doesn't make sense. I can't make sense of it.

crying and sobbing bc at the end of the day all i want is a partner who is sweet to me and thinks of me fondly

trying not to get attached

They will never understand the sadness that you can physically feel in your chest

I’m gonna spend my lifetime regretting what my parents didn’t do for me.

Try as you might, being everyone’s favourite is an unattainable feat.

man can't even mention i'm suicidal without feeling like i'm begging for pity from a world that never wanted me to begin with