I know I’m at my breaking point when I’m saying “please just stop”
screaming it over and over but it doesn't stop it just continues...and gets gradually worse as time goes on..

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I know I’m at my breaking point when I’m saying “please just stop”
screaming it over and over but it doesn't stop it just continues...and gets gradually worse as time goes on..
with bpd, boredom is such a pain it feels like someone is openly stabbing you in the chest repeatedly. It feels like you’re being torn apart, limb from limb. it feels so numb and empty. nothing is happening. It feels like you’re dead. It feels like you’re floating in a void of nothing. boredom is death, numb and empty, and nothing is worse than being bored when you have bpd.
yall ever feel like the entire universe is against you? like existence in general is just some sick joke?
maybe God wants me dead
This is literally my life lately
As I sit here in darkness among a thousand lights, my soul starts to heal. Away from light, away from sight. Unable to remember, unable to forget. Incapable of ever forgiving the world.
Can I ever look back or forward? Will I ever let another feel? "No" whispered the devil lurking in my ear.
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my heart goes out to anyone who was made to feel stupid for caring too much. anyone who was laughed at or "cringed" at for being themselves. anyone who cried silently so they don't be a burden. anyone whose love was taken for granted. anyone who feels unsafe in their own bodies. to anyone who felt devastated because others failed to be humane enough. it's not you, it's them. i hope you find a way to love yourself again. you're not alone. you're important.
depending your entire mood on another person is absolutely pathetic and i hate that i’m like this