"what are your goals for 2025" honestly, to not kill myself but I don't wanna bring the room down lmao
Normies would be shocked, but for a BPD, that's a basic, fundamental goal. Keep it simple, you know?

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"what are your goals for 2025" honestly, to not kill myself but I don't wanna bring the room down lmao
Normies would be shocked, but for a BPD, that's a basic, fundamental goal. Keep it simple, you know?
if there really was someone out there, wouldn't they have helped me?
I’ve missed seeing these marks on my skin.
I’ve missed the burning and the itching
that made me feel like I was worth something.
I’ve missed the dark thoughts telling me
to go deeper, to feel more.
I’ve missed the way the red looks
against the paleness of my arm.
They’re back, and it kills me
that I want them to stay.
This needs to be promoted more
Having depression and anxiety is like being scared and tired at the same time. It’s the fear of failure, but no urge to be productive. It’s wanting friends but hate socializing. It’s wanting to be alone but not wanting to be lonely. It feels everything at once so it’s like you numb.
Suddenly the only person I had left to vent to, wasn’t a person at all, it was ink on paper, no one to call. So I sit alone in my room writing letters that I’ll never send because the only friend I have left is a pen.
Why won’t they let me leave? I just want I do the world a favor. No one needs me. All I do is hurt people. I’m annoying, I complain about everything, all I do is talk about myself. I’m just gods mistake. I break everything I touch and I want to fix it. I deserve it. I don’t deserve to be happy, I deserve pain and suffering. I deserve to die slowly and painfully with no one there to say goodbye to. I don’t deserve that kind of closure.
my special talent is ruining a perfectly good day just by overthinking