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@insub0rdinate--y0uth
I want to die.
I am at a point in my life, where I am just fed up.
I haven't felt this low in so so long, and I have tried my hardest to get past how I feel internally. I'm so numb, I am no longer excited by the things I used to love, I no longer care about anything.
Is this because my nan died? Because my relationship has fallen into disrepair? Because my family treat me like I don't exist? Who knows, but I am just beyond caring anymore. If I died tomorrow? I wouldn't care, at least I wouldn't be suffering anymore. That's all I do, suffer.
I think it's time to star accepting the fact that my life is going nowhere, no one loves me and I just generally don't want to be alive anymore.
No one cares about me, it's all lies. If people cared, they'd let me go, that's all I want.
𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩
𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩
𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭.
there’s something wrong with me.
there’s something wrong with me.
there’s something wrong with me.
there’s something wrong with me.
there’s something wrong with me.
I can’t do it anymore, fr I‘m so tired
bpd culture is always being the "it's okay i understand your feelings and why you acted this way" person but never the one being understood
Sometimes i look at my $elfharm scars and think “Damn it wasn’t even that deep”
Touched starved and touch repulsed
Words cannot express the absolute rage I feel when I think I’m getting better and it all comes crashing down again.
i hate that BPD gives me such a lack of emotional permanence.
you can spend hours describing the ways in which you care about me, yet the moment you stop my brain will immediately decide you hate me and are destined to leave me.
I am nothing but a burden
Born to love cursed to be unlovable
I fucking hate looking in the mirror. Why the fuck do I look like that and why the fuck can’t I be different and how the fuck can anyone even tolerate being near me.