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i am the CEO of yearning
Nobody talks about the struggle of growing up ugly and then having a glow up out of nowhere and still feeling ugly and insecure.
I want to be close to you like shoes with laces, teeth with braces orasentencewithoutspaces.
I gave you a piece of my soul, and you treated it carelessly.
You see that the very defense meant to keep you safe is the thing that creates the unsafe atmosphere you never wanted.
Suspicion feels safer than trusting, because if you expect disappointment, you can’t be blindsided by it.
Will you leave if I show you my ugliest parts?
One thing about my BPD is that I feel like I might not want to get better. I feel like if I start turning soft towards other people, they will hurt me even more. My BPD is like a shield for them to not exploit me. But I feel so guilty for thinking that and being like that.
How are you supposed to just get up and go to school and go to work and come home and make dinner and fold the laundry and not want to kill yourself the whole fucking time.
what the fuck did i do SO wrong that i have to feel like this for the rest of my life
it’s just a constant battle between wanting to feel something and wanting to feel fucking nothing
I hate that being mentally ill is romanticized. What do you mean I'm barely holding right here and some crazy fucks romanticize this shit?
I belong to nowhere I can't live like this anymore and I don't want to die and not have my life lived.
What condition is it called?
can i go a fucking day without speculating that he’s mad at me or doesn’t like me anymore???
no? ok cool