You can’t flex on me because I’ll be happy for you. We are not the same.
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You can’t flex on me because I’ll be happy for you. We are not the same.
BPD culture is literally everyone has someone they'd pick over me. I'm everyone's second choice, people only want me around when they're can't be around the person they actually want.
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ppl be like “i’d never do u like that” then do u worse
isn’t it sad how the people who traumatized us and bullied us can live perfect lives without thinking twice about what they did
i wish people understood that i don’t want to lose control i don’t want to split i don’t want to live my life constantly having to think “am i overreacting or is this a normal reaction?” i don’t want to feel guilty for experiencing/feeling emotions but instead i get met with “you’re doing this on purpose” “you can control how you react” etc and it’s like no im not doing it on purpose and when i can control it i do but no one ever understands how much effort goes into trying to control a reactionary emotion and trying to put logic first
i am just an unhealed wound that is constantly being picked open again
why does love feel like pain, and pain feels like love?
a lot of people describe bpd as chronic emptiness and like i get it but i swear to god the best way i can describe it is that i am absolutely starving. for everything. love, affection, knowledge, passion, creativity. nothing is ever enough, i have never been satisfied. i will spend the rest of my life always wanting more. i am insatiable. it’s exhausting.
i wish i could go back in time and tell my younger self “hey just kill yourself now. there’s no hope and the future is worthless”.
everyone thinks i’m a good person but i’m not
!!!! if anyone on this planet knew me the way i know myself, i swear they’d never look at me the same
Relationships are so fucking scary to me. No matter how great things are going or how in love you are, your significant other could always just lose feelings for you and be gone. And none of that is in any of your control.
Some people will be mentally ill for their lifetime and it won’t be because they didn’t try hard enough