born to be an idgafer forced to be a yearner
I always type long messages for you and then leave them there. I’m worried I might accidentally hit send one day.
Get out of my head! Get out!
bpd culture is having a violent/euphoric/“happy” episode only to immediately crash and have a really bad breakdown
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Without my mental illness I wouldn't know who I am but, because of my mental illness I have no sense of self. Like the logic is super crazy.
i want to live out my anger, i want to be able to scream and smash, i want to defend myself like an adult. then why am i crying every time
it hurts me physically that he’s not mine we’d be so disgustingly toxic and perfect together don’t you fucking see he’s literally the male version of me I want him so bad
What is the line between being delulu and being actually insane. I write you letters and poetry you’ll never see. I’d set myself on fire to keep you warm. I want you to dig your hands into my shoulder blades and grab my heart and pull me into your chest. Let me slowly bleed out over you.
At this point being in love with you has become a part of my personality. So what’ll happen if I stop?
the realisation that you have no actual friends is… freeing
To avoid the sick feeling I get from talking to people about my feelings I am vomiting them out here, enjoy.
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