#justborderlinethings
wanting to die every minute of the day but being to scared to actually do it
RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE
indescribable emotions. like literal feelings you cannot describe that don’t fit under the general umbrella of “sad” or “mad”
non-stop eating
hypersexuality/sex repulsed
constant self doubt. not feeling very borderline at the moment? not being able to relate to one bpd post? skipping one symptom on the diagnostic checklist that you have done for the 7th time? HAVE FUN DENYING YOUR ENTIRE IDENTITY FOR THE DAY!
feeling like you’re doing everything “wrong”
what if i don’t have bpd? what if i don’t have bpd? what if i don’t have bpd? i need to have the WORST bpd. i need this.
see someone getting more attention than you? hate them and wish horrible things on them but also copy them so you can also get attention.
*~disassociation~*
*posts something in tag* *doesn’t get any likes/reblogs* *instantly thinks that everyone (literally everyone) hates you and is talking about how shitty you and your blog are behind your back*
never being able to tell someone how you feel because you can never put it into words.
wanting to hurt yourself, be sick, or do something tragic out of spite or for attention
*gets into arguments/makes self sad on purpose*
EVERYTHING IS A TRIGGER
feeling much like a malfunctioned robot ?
everyone around you always telling you how much of a burden you are to them
always needing to talk about bpd/feelings! no other conversations about anything else! only about your suffering!
holds grudges like hell but can only feel things in the moment
truly believing that no one takes you seriously/listens to you
*has a horrific breakdown* *5 minutes later when fine: not being able to remember why you had the breakdown or how you felt*
memory or time? doesn’t exist.
feeling bad for your actions but literally not being able to stop
Favorite Person™
can never enjoy things that other people enjoy/always bitter/gets mad when other people are happy
*one thing goes wrong* the whole world is plotting against me. no one wants me to succeed. i want to die this is horrible.
social isolation but needing EVERYONE to coddle you or instantly pick up why you isolated yourself in the first place
mental image constantly changing
0 original identity. everything is picked from something or someone else much like your moods, thoughts, or anything you have to make you “you”
WANTING TO PUT MORE RELATABLE CONTENT BUT THERE IS SO MUCH MORE
and yet, the thing everyone focuses on is how hard life is for people AROUND someone with bpd.
