haunted

this is a vent blog for my trauma, abuse, and bpd. it is not at all a positive space, its my space to express what I'm dealing with.

[clusteredbpd]

you suddenly make me question everything i thought i was so sure about

[fairycosmos]

nostalgia will have you thinking delusional crap like "i miss being 14." no the fuck i don't!!!

[toutperdu-blog]

[invsve]

[babyydxll]

always alone..

[h3xc0de]

[liz-cat-meow-deactivated2020011]

[traaumaa]

[brexkmyhexrt-deactivated2015061]

[wishing-for-deathx]

My entire body aches when I realize I’ll never get to kiss you again.

[adampvrrish]

life really is just like. you meet people you love them and then you lose them and you never see them again. and it's inevitable and it happens to everyone and there's nothing you can do about it

[adampvrrish]

richard siken quote. you know the one

[raindrop4444444444]

[kmarx]

i don’t wanna do that. i don’t wanna do anything. just let me rot

[7l7l7l7l7l7l7l7]

its unfair because i cant ignore you the way you ignore me

[wishing-for-deathx]

Am I going to mourn how I will never love anyone like I love you ever again forever? Because whenever that realization weighs on me, it devastates me. All that love, and oh my god there’s so much love, I didn’t even know it was possible to love someone like that and that much. But even the idea, just the thought of giving it to someone else feels like betraying my soul. My heart, my soul, my body and my mind, all of me belongs to you and no matter how much I try, I’ll never be able to give myself the permission to love another like I love you. Loving you is scared, at this point in my life it feels like the only religion I’ve known. It feels like I won’t be true to myself if I even dared to think to love someone let alone loving them as much as you.

— my heart has forbidden me to love anyone else

[wishing-for-deathx]

What hurts is that he was capable of love. Of caring. Of kindness. But I wasn’t good enough or worthy for him or that love.

— but she was

[wishing-for-deathx]

I’ve talked about it so much at this point that no one really cares anymore. It’s always the same old with me and everyone has become so desensitized to my suffering that they don’t even react