“I loved you in a way I wished someone would love me.”
— Mahmdou Darwish

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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“I loved you in a way I wished someone would love me.”
— Mahmdou Darwish
Gripping my bathroom sink repeating I am not afraid to keep on living I am not afraid to walk this world alone
How do I get rid of the shame I feel for being the way I am?
to be skinny and thin :(
Goals
Dissociating while still being able to do stuff is scary because what if I commit federal crime in the process and I won't even remember?
mfs be like "I can handle your disorders" until your disorders disorder disorderly
Bpd is not being able to love yourself unless someone else loves you, but never fully believing that they could actually love someone like you.
Accurate
when someone notices my sad eyes but im forever grieving the person i couldve been if i wasn’t mentally ill
yeah alcohol is cool but have you ever been someone's first choice? me neither. pass the bottle.
i want so desperately to be wanted
i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever
if you can’t handle me at my worst then we have something in common because neither can i
I laughed so fucking hard at this