“I Don’t Know Why I Have To Stay Alive If I’m Going To Live Forever Sad…”

“There are days when I look at you and I don’t see the boy I fell in love with. The boy who used to put in effort just to see me smile, the boy whose day wasn’t complete until he heard about mine, the boy who used to hold my hand because he knew i was scared of the dark, the boy who would write letters to me unexpectedly. I don’t see the boy I fell in love with, just another boy who tells me he loves me.”

— //nikitagupta

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“i walk into the world with a smile to show it’s my greatest mask always hiding behind a laugh but when the conversation turns too close to home i end up empty, hollow afraid that people will know how i feel and who i am”

— t.m.

“i like to be numb
 numb from the feelings i feel about life
 and everything around
 so i won’t have to think
 and wonder why 
i am as i am”

— t.m.

Borderline Personality Disorder isn’t being cute and ‘clingy’ and ‘adorably needy’. Being with (romantic or otherwise) someone with BPD isn’t akin to taking care of a pet. BPD isn’t an ‘aw it’s so endearing that they need me so badly’ type of thing. 

BPD is a mental illness that is a conglomeration of several different tendencies and it’s not easy to diagnose. You don’t just decide you have it, just like you don’t decide you’re depressed because you had a bad  day, or you don’t decide you’re bipolar because your mood changes quickly sometimes. Believe  me, you don’t want it.

BPD is turning nothing into everything, is knowing you’re being irrational and not being able to stop regardless, is suppressing breakdowns for fear of being abusive or of manipulating the person you’re talking to into having to take care of you when they really don’t want to.

It’s thinking someone doesn’t care about you anymore because they made a new friend. It’s automatically registering new people as a threat. It’s a fear of abandonment and rejection that’s damn near omnipresent. It’s being able to shift from ‘I love you so much!’ to ‘I don’t give a fuck, I hate you, I don’t even want to talk to you’ and back at the drop of a hat.

It’s finding identity in a drastic hair change, and then feeling unsafe and desperately trying to fix it before you have to go out. It’s seeing someone you adore and trying to emulate them because you have no idea who you are. It’s waking up and trying to be a new person every day. Go vegan, go goth, go hipster, go glamour, cut your hair, change your makeup, gain weight, lose weight, and never feel quite there. Ever.

It’s comprehending ‘love’ as ‘pity’ and wanting to rip yourself apart if their tone is all too casual when your friend or love interest is returning compliments or affection. It’s regretting saying anything about your mood and desperately trying to turn the conversation around while simultaneously NEEDING to get it out. It’s wanting to bleed yourself dry as opposed to cry in someone’s arms because, at least then, they don’t have to clean your wounds for you. They won’t hate you. They won’t be annoyed. 

It’s the constant battle, every time you get upset, of, “Is this worth being sad about? Is it worth talking about? What is more abusive, talking about this or hiding it? If I tell them I’ll bring them down and I’ll guilt trip them and they will resent me and it will all be my fault. If I don’t, I’m a disgusting liar, I’m manipulative, I’m untrustworthy.”

It’s wondering if you’re faking your symptoms. It’s disassociating and feeling like a ghost for days. It’s feeling like you aren’t real, and then wishing you weren’t. It’s fear, a lack of self, and about a million different thoughts running through your head at all times. It’s trying to live for the people you love as opposed to yourself. It’s feeling suicidal and then feeling bad for feeling suicidal because, whoops, you’re being manipulative. 

Parents.

They are the most wonderful people to your eyes and seeing them sad, anxious, stressed out, powerless and disappointed because of your behaviour, makes everything even worse.

I wish I didn’t feel so strongly. Whenever I get attached to somebody I become sick. For example, I have a crush atm and even though having a crush should be fun I’m just anxious. I think about him 24/7 and I feel incredibly sad and uncomfortable if I don’t hear from him in a while.I also keep thinking about how I’m just a consolation prize and he probably wishes he had someone better than me. I have serious abandonment issues and I probably shouldn’t even be with anyone tbh. 

Whenever I fall for somebody they become the main focus in my life and I lose myself. I lose interest in everything else but them. I know it’s super unhealthy but I can’t stop myself from feeling like this and it sucks. 

I haven’t heard anything from my crush since this morning and I want him to contact me first because I want to know that he likes me and wants to stay in contact even if I don’t make the first move. Waiting for his message sucks. Usually at some point he does message me but in the meanwhile I feel like I’m dying. I think I should start to see a therapist again because I’m a mess. I’ve recovered from some of my mental illnesses but this one seems to stay and it’s called BPD. 

“It’s suffocating me being here. I can’t stand the routine life I’m in. I sleep all the time because it physically hurts me when I imagine my future. Being here, doing the same thing until I die, marriage arrangement because I’m not allowed to fall in love. It seems ridiculous imagining that this is what I was born for.”

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