my heart is full of you, you, you.
my love for you is overflowing.
my pulse is racing - it's crying your name.
it is just you. it is always you. again and again and again.
please i want to be someone's priority please answer my texts eagerly, cling to me, kiss me, be desperate as much as I for contact, call me and let's talk for hours (what was the last time someone called me?), please i want someone, superficial friendships aren't enough i want more, i want to know you'll always be there no matter what and that you know i will be there for you too, im begging, i am on my knees, i want reciprocated, unshakeable devotion
im so tired
NEED a man to be absolutely psycho obsessed with me. Jerk off to my photos. Micromanage me and control every aspect of my life. Get upset when I talk to other guys. Call me fat and ugly and force me to change just so im more attractive to you.
Do anything you want to me, im just a toy for you to mess with
FP: is gone for 5 minutes
my brain: they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me I'm being replaced I'm being replaced I'm being replaced
Talking to your parents is a one way ticket to emotional dysregulation
♡ 19 | vent blog | tw suicide, obsessive love, stalking, gore | diagnosed bpd she/her
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