written with the panicked cadence of Siken in mind. he gets me.
i know it sounds stupid but praying in the quiet hours of the morning will always be one of my favorite things.
(god i never thought i would say that lol, but here we are,, life is weird but my gods are good and that is all that matters)
Had a session about why closure is hard today, both because of him and because of me. Wrote another goodbye letter. I can't bring myself to post most of it but here was the ending. A proof of existence if you will.
the stress hallucinations are back along with the most violent escapism known to man and me and my dad got into it the other day. you never really get past age 14 huh?
being abandoned by my two fps, im going to throw up. killing myself 😙✌️
i give up on caring about people
school and life is so draining, i just don’t even have the energy to write out my emotions. i’m just sick of being borderline and of being tied to [REDACTED] in this way. all i can do is keep praying and doing what i can, and maybe eventually through those i’ll get out of this damn labyrinth of suffering.
her name is Laura. and i failed her and my bad brain forgot her name for so long. i’m so sorry Laura, i am.
literally just want to die so for once my brain could SHUT THE FUCK UP
i hope you see this. you mean so much to me, thank you for not giving up on me. <3
✩ 21 ✩ bpd, bipolar, & cptsd diagnosed ✩ helpol ✩ “Freedom is a length of rope. God wants you to hang yourself with it.”
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