I've Been Countin The Days Since I Said Goodbye

Start date: 040915. Vent Blog. BPD | ANXIETY | DEPRESSION | ED

[boydtheleech]

I hate feeling so utterly lonely and needing people to validate my existence in their lives

[boydtheleech]

All this life lived and I have nothing to show for it at all

[boydtheleech]

Why do you come back to make me feel worse right as I’m moving on

I loved you more than I’ve ever loved anyone before

Why could you just stay away and pretend you never knew me

Now I just feel sick to my stomach and like I’m gonna cry

[boydtheleech]

I’m so fucking tired of everything

[xvelvetcoffinx]

backshots this, backshots that, i would like to be taken out back and shot

[sickfrr]

[daddystinygirll]

“you’re so funny” thanks i would have been lobotomized in the 1940s

[randomfriendlyloser]

im TIRED of pretending to be someone else for people but even when im myself, people dont seem to like me... its lonely either way

[brdrlneprsnltydsrdr]

[bonnybonnersbon-deactivated2026]

I want friends w bpd but Im also horrified what if they leave me for a new fp and then I get cooked and cry my eyes out and kms

[yourgirlinpieces2]

its not even character development anymore its literal torture

[randomfriendlyloser]

Everything is so fucking boring, everyone is SO boring. *says as I never leave my bed all day or do anything or talk to anyone*

[motelhymns]

when you’re laying in your bed crying and wondering when the pain and fear will stop and suddenly you’re 14 years old again and wondering why everyone you love hurts you and uses you and leaves you and why you aren’t good enough

[allygirlll]

[memento-meliora]

forced to say “it’s okay!” Instead of throwing a fucking chair at their head

[boydtheleech]

It happened again. I thought they were my friend. I really did. Why did they leave me? I was there at every hour without fail. I gave up so much to be there for them. Why did they leave me. Why am I not good enough?

[boydtheleech]

It’s been almost a year since I posted here and I’m starting to get bad again. I can feel myself being ripped apart at the fringes and I keep trying to block it out. I don’t want to be upset again. I don’t want to go back to who I was.