I Fucking Hate Looking In The Mirror. Why The Fuck Do I Look Like That And Why The Fuck Can’t I Be

Quick sketch that I made (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

it seems impossible

unfortunately for the both of us, i really like you

ouch being reminded you’re the biggest waste of space hurts

I’ve been stuck third wheeling for so long it’s starting to trigger me. No i don’t want or need a man but why is no one showing interest in me!

life with bpd is always trying to fill a huge hole in your chest. you spend your life looking for a cure that doesn't really exist

being suicidal at a funeral is the weirdest thing ever.

thoughts be like:

damn this is sad. they say all those nice things… would they do that for me too? who would come to my funeral anyways? what flowers would they bring? what would the speaker say i did in my life if i never really did anything. i dont want to see my grandma cry but damn i want to be dead so bad but what a bad person am i? its so selfish to want that!

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

I am so tired and burnt out, I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore

You know what’s selfish? Breaking someone to the point where they don’t live. Breaking them so bad that they cant be fixed anymore. When they think of life, it’s synonymous to agony. They just survive each day. It’s not selfish to want to end it. It’s liberation from suffering. It’s selfish to do this to someone repeatedly and ask them to stay.

Why should I stay when no ever did.