#ex-fp

[ptsd-tiger]

cry me a river fp! cry me a fucking river!!

[wounded--dog]

and you did it publicly

[justabitofmylife]

I’m not the type of person you want in your life. When you meet me, it will seem like I was made for you. My personality will be exactly what you want, exactly what you need. You will never feel as deeply loved. But soon that love will turn into obsession. You will spend every waking moment being with me. I’ll open up to you about my pain and trauma and you will make it your goal to protect me. You will stay up until 5:00 am with me when I disassociate and walk across town. You’ll check at night to make sure I’m still breathing. You’ll hear about my suicidal tendencies and keep your phone on loud, just so you can hear the phone ring. You’ll constantly worry that the phone will ring. Every thought you have will be of me, worrying and wanting to save me. Save me from me. And eventually, you’ll realize you can’t. and then you’ll leave. Because I broke you. You have no emotional energy for anyone, even for yourself.

I break people. It’s what I do. I find them, I break them, and I ruin them.

So, if you see me, run away. Run away as fast as you can and never look back.

Because I have borderline. And nothing is scarier, or more traumatizing, than loving a borderline.

[many-blogs]

Why the fuck are we dreaming about 0.rigin.

[many-blogs]

rlly missing 0.rigin rn

[wounded--dog]

all these posts about people blocking their ex-fps and like, bruh i wish i had that kind of power it was him who blocked me and i can't do anything about it

[wounded--dog]

me, scrolling through his blog to find any mention of me: ho boy i hope he's having a shitty time of it

me, ten minutes later: i am,,,, worthless,,,, he was right to leave me,,,, i am toxic

[wounded--dog]

if there's ever a college reunion idk what i'm gonna do. we left the facebook group up so we could organise something eventually but i agreed to that when he was still my fp and i don't know now if i can stand to be in the same room as him. i like to think i'm over it, and that i can do without, but i don't know. i do know though that maybe three people in that class actually liked me, the rest thought i was awful. maybe they're right.