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You canât flex on me because Iâll 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 âiâd never do u like thatâ then do u worse
isnât 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 donât want to lose control i donât want to split i donât want to live my life constantly having to think âam i overreacting or is this a normal reaction?â i donât want to feel guilty for experiencing/feeling emotions but instead i get met with âyouâre doing this on purposeâ âyou can control how you reactâ etc and itâs 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. itâs exhausting.
i wish i could go back in time and tell my younger self âhey just kill yourself now. thereâs no hope and the future is worthlessâ.
everyone thinks iâm a good person but iâm not
!!!! if anyone on this planet knew me the way i know myself, i swear theyâd 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 wonât be because they didnât try hard enough