I think people would be less suicidal if they were allowed to talk about being suicidal without risk of being sent to the Torture Dungeon
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I think people would be less suicidal if they were allowed to talk about being suicidal without risk of being sent to the Torture Dungeon
my mind is blank, disconnected, numb, but my chest hurts so bad, i want to tear it open and crush that disgusting unworthy heart.
sometimes the emotions get so intense that i'd rather be numb.
Loving me must be so fucking hard and I'm so fucking sorry
Nobody is afraid to lose me. I never mean that much.
life with bpd is always trying to fill a huge hole in your chest. you spend your life looking for a cure that doesn't really exist
there’s a part of me that wants to be completely and utterly alone. then there’s the other part that desperately clings to anyone i care about. i feel rather pathetic either way.
Can't stop thinking about how it's so easy for them to not talk to me, yet I become physically ill at even the idea of not having them around
"if you are fully aware of yourself, why do you keep acting like that?" babe slapping self awareness on top of bpd only grants the ability to watch yourself self-destruct straight from the vip section thats all it does literally
Everybody around me has some kind of dreams, goals for the future.
When I look at the future, it's just an empty darkness.
I hate getting close to people.
The more attached I am, the more unstable I become.
But... I can't handle being alone either.
It's agony no matter what I do.
I wanna burn down every single bridge I built cause I’m tired of being the only person that makes sure it doesn’t fall apart
this. this one.
it's hilarious being self aware. i'm watching a clown performance, for real.
I really need a fucking break, or a gun