I Need Friends Man, If You're Okay With Me Messaging You To Start A Friendship, Please Reblog This Post

I hate how obsessive I get. It isn’t normal, it isn’t healthy. And it does me more harm than good. You’d think though, really, that being obsessed would make someone flattered. Apparently not.

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

For once, I want someone to be scared of losing me. To fight for me to stay when I try to leave. Why am I always the one scared? Always the one fighting for someone to stay?

"You're unlovable." WOW CRAZY I DIDNT KNOW.

how it feels knowing you’ve hurt other people by accident due to your personality disorder and can’t go back in time to fix it so the relationship is either dead or damaged:

i hate that BPD gives me such a lack of emotional permanence.

you can spend hours describing the ways in which you care about me, yet the moment you stop my brain will immediately decide you hate me and are destined to leave me.

Not my brain basically acting like they’re a god!!! But they basically are so like tf, and I really should stop being this selfish and taking everything for granted when they’re the most amazingest person ever and I don’t deserve them at all whfhwihdjwje

i’m so fucking obsessed with you. i try my best to hide it but you’re the only thought that runs through my mind. you’re my only reason for living. you’re my heart and my soul and my air that i breathe — you’re my life. i would do literally anything to have you here by my side, forever. i would kill for you, if it meant i could have you.

no nsfw/18+ reblog i am a minor do not sexualise!!

Story of my life

Idk if thats a bpd or a me thing