It's been 2 years and people still don't realise I can barely go a day without thinking about you
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It's been 2 years and people still don't realise I can barely go a day without thinking about you
I actually think loving or liking me is one of the hardest fucking things a person could do, because I am not a rewarding, easy or good person to know. My BPD is a disease. I'm fucking diseased. I need to stop meeting new people or continuing friendships because people shouldn't have to know me.
Sorry for having symptoms of a mental illness I literally told you I have it will happen again
I'm sick of my BPD. It's a fucking disease. I am diseased. I hate how violently I love and obsess and spiral. It's like a virus that infects other people, who have to be subjected to my indescribable emotional intensity. It's uncomfortable, it's unfair, it's stolen relationships from me because I can barely regulate myself. Why is it fair that I have to be alive and dealing with every little thing feeling like the most devastating, suicidally painful emotional blow I have ever had? Why do I have to have a life where one person not talking to me for a couple days has left me with that feeling behind my eyes like I need to sob, and my chest hurts, and I fantasise about cutting? Why do I have to get a constant flow of reassurance about my priority in life and if I'm a worthy friend just to function? To my very bones, I'm so exhausted.
I am a virus. I fuck up and infect everyone around me. I am nothing but a piece of shit. I shouldn’t even be alive.
I have abandonment issues so i give "please don't leave me" head.
I want to be someone’s favourite PLEASE
Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please
Nobody apologized for how they treated me they just blamed me for how I reacted
NPD + BPD culture is splitting on my FP/EP because they have other friends theyre hanging out with. why are you hanging out with others? you have ME. i'm the only person you'll ever need.
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date idea: u tell me exactly how u feel about me in specific detail until my brain calms down and stops thinking u hate me
I couldn't care less bro, I don't care about it (almost killed myself over it)
"I just forget to eat.. Like it gets to 10pm and I'm like shit I forgot to eat haha" "like I always forget to eat, it's an issue"
Shit up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up
Thinking about... Grieving the undead.
You aren't dead, but you're moving 12 hours away.
You aren't dead, but you're leaving our friend group.
You aren't dead but you've moved to a different state and now we text twice a year.
You aren't dead but you blocked me.
You aren't dead but we stopped talking, not on purpose but so long ago that I wouldn't even know what to say to you now.
You aren't dead but you're a stranger to me now.
You aren't dead but we lost touch and now I don't even remember your username.
You aren't dead but I ended things with you and now we never speak.
You aren't dead but I still have to grieve you. Whether I'd change it if I could or not, you're still a presence that I'm used to and now you won't be there anymore.
And so I grieve.
How is it so easy for you to not have a conversation with me
the world isn’t so bad. it has you in it, after all.
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