One Of The Worst Possible Things About Having Bpd Is Having No Sense Of Self.

Do you ever isolate yourself from people because you don’t have anything to talk about except for your sadness/mental health? Because you’ve been talking about it for years now so you don’t want to annoy them anymore. Or bring them down with your negativity. So you just sit there silently all alone, choking with all your unsaid words waiting for I don’t know what. Because by now you know it doesn’t get better.

Leave a comment down below, if you can relate.

I fucking hate looking in the mirror. Why the fuck do I look like that and why the fuck can’t I be different and how the fuck can anyone even tolerate being near me.

I think something that is tough about BPD is being in a relatively good place in life and still feeling the destructive urge to end it all.

"ill never leave you" liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar

BPD math: they said I can come "if I want" instead of "you should come" so that means they hate me and they wish I was dead.

Kind of don’t want to have to be strong and keep fighting anymore just want to give up and give in im so tired

the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away

TW: Suicidal Idealation

Am I the only one who feels doomed to die young? Like, when I think about my future, the only thing that feels right is me dying young.

im only a survivor because im physically here, i was killed in every other way. im afraid i’ve always been dead and that i always will be.

I wanna burn down every single bridge I built cause I’m tired of being the only person that makes sure it doesn’t fall apart