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Aru Atsui Hi no Futari - Pija
i am gross and perverted,, I’m obsessed and deranged
everyone loves an evil lesbian until they actually do something mean. y'all are so boring! lesbians don't owe you the performance of niceness! stop trying to force us all to be palatable good girls! y'all crave divas but can't even handle a woman being mildly dismissive or (god forbid) asserting a boundary.
The urge to just destroy myself. To cut off everything. To go radio silent on everyone because my brain is absolutely convinced I'll be best off alone, locked in a tiny little box.
Why can't I just have a moment to breathe? To actually enjoy my bit of happiness I get here and there.
I feel like a bad partner because of my bpd. My episodes are exhausting. I'm exhausting. I can't help I'm broken, but I can help my behavior. I'm so sorry. I know I apologize too much. I'm sorry you have to walk on eggshells. I feel guilt, knowing that a different partner could be easier for you. I feel guilt knowing practically no one will put up with me. Why do you?
And im not sure how to say it exactly, but loving you causes a deep despair within me.
darling, i would do anything to make you mine.
I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 o’clock. tattoo of a cobra… sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things don’t exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive
everyone always ends up leaving, no matter how much they swear they won't.
what's the point in even trying if it's always gonna be like this? it's like i'm constantly pouring my affection into hole-filled buckets.
i'm so tired.
mind you. i could be meaner to men
I can't handle the thought of you, possibly , finding other people attractive. I want you to only desire me — eternally. The same way I desire you. Anything else will be the death of both of us, I guarantee that.
nobody warns you that obsession is mostly waiting. waiting for messages. waiting for calls. waiting for proof that you're still there.
i don’t know why i miss him when he doesn’t even care if i die
I hate when smb proves my paranoia right
"Idk what do you want me to say" is one of the worst things you could say to smb
Everybody makes it so hard not to go crazy
you gave up on me so easily like i was nothing