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“i’ll always be here for you” and “i can’t wait for our future together” turned into “i can’t help you” and “you’re too much to handle”

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You deserve someone who you can get into arguments with and still have them look at you as if you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to them.

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#1 think I hate about being borderline

The fact that over react over the little things

Oh I see my fp online but they haven’t replied?? They must hate me I’m gonna kms

Oh no one sent me a good morning text? I’m 100% alone I have no friends they’re better off with out me

I’m sad and no one has come to comfort me even tho I didn’t tell anyone? Death.

I hate being told “you can’t help it!” “Your feelings are valid!”

I’m aware of this!!! It doesn’t change the fact that I hate acting like a brat child! It’s ruining my relationships and it hurts!

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the hardest part about recovering from a dramatic mental illness is that the only ones who notices the small things are yourself and your therapist.

your friends, your family, the people you love — they’re flat-out not gonna care if you take a shower instead of cutting yourself, or if you get in all your meals for a day, or if you curb your spending significantly, or if you go for a walk instead of locking yourself away and crying.

to us, these are major accomplishments. they’re fucking cake-worthy victories deserving of celebration.

to everyone else, it’s just behaving kind of “normal”, and will always be compared to your other problematic behaviors — “why are you still behaving so histrionically when it comes to sex?” “why are you still so irrationally afraid of abandonment?” “why do you still get so angry?”

the fact of the matter is, they won’t be happy until you’re cured.

but don’t let that discourage you.

if you think you’ve done well, feel good about it. treat yourself. call your therapist and celebrate with them on the phone, if you have the option.

pull yourself through. don’t minimize the small stuff. they’re big fucking deals.

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i needed this really badly.

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i also needed this

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Wait until they break your heart. Wait to see how they justify it. You’ll see what kind of person they are then.

S.Z. // Vodka thoughts #28 (via blossomfully)

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I’m too sensitive about everything. I want to be the kind of person that can laugh things off and not be bothered. I want to stop thinking about things that aren’t logically important, or get hurt by people who don’t matter. I want to stop seeing the world in black and white, where one day things are wonderful and the next it’s just darkness and darkness and never ending night. I want to stop being a hypocrite about things, like telling people to eat and skipping dinner myself or telling people to sleep but not going to bed before 3. Actually I want to be efficient, to stop wasting my time. I’m so fucking scared that I’m going to spend my youth being mediocre and I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. I’m mad that so many things scare me. I’m mad for saying things I don’t mean then to needing to explain myself, and spending so much time apologising. I know they say when you’re young it’s impossible to have everything figured out but honestly right now it feels like everyone around me has something to hold on to and I’m just slipping away. I don’t have everything figured out. I don’t even know what I have.

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Call me at 4am. Wake me up. I don’t care, I just want to hear your voice. Tell me about the bad dream you had, tell me why you can’t fall asleep. Tell me why you prefer to talk at night, or why the words only come spilling from your mouth when you think no one is listening. I am here. I will listen to you when your shoulders feel heavy; I will hear your words when you feel so crushingly small. I will sit with you in silence when you are slumped against your pillow. I know your sadness is not beautiful, I know it is overwhelming and destructive and ugly. I know you feel powerless and redundant. So call me at 4am. I prefer you over sleep any day. Don’t sit there on your own. Talk to me. I love you and I care.

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“You’re in love with him,” she remarks. Her voice is soft. “I can tell by the way you look at him.” “Oh?” I say. “And how exactly do I do that?” She points at the bonfire in front of us. “The way the moon looks at the sun,” she explains. “Like for the first time in your life you feel warm.”

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