my stomach feels like it’s lacking a stab wound
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@thebpdbabe
my stomach feels like it’s lacking a stab wound
the thought of him being mad at me makes me want to die
he’s so positive and loving and warm and i’m just depressed and anxious and i don’t want to bring him down with me but i know i’m going to
sorry you got a gf who has to carve into themselves when anything bad remotely happens !!! i hope u still think im cute!!
“There was a lot going on, you handled it the way you handled it by shutting me out and harming yourself, is that correct?”
that’s the exact phrase, copy and pasted, that the guy i’m talking to used when i told him i relapsed before we even met
merry fucking christmas. i wish i was anywhere else
told my roommate i have bpd today, it’ll probably come back to bite me
if i died right now i bet he would regret not texting me back
any advice on how not to want to die every day would be appreciated
i need something to be addicted to i need to lose myself i need to not recover
no no keep going i love figuring out why im somehow not enough for you when i’ve done nothing wrong and id give you my soul if you wanted me to
i actually cannot do this anymore i’m done with everyone and everything there is nothing good in the world there never was and there never will be
he’s so sweet and perfect and nice. i hate him and i’m never going to talk to him again
“you take your meds today?”
why? you scared?
i love getting drunk so i can say things that would put me back in the mental hospital
so many people say “drunk words are sober thoughts” but won’t actually acknowledge it when it’s in front of them
no one who really knows me could ever love me
not to overshare but is there a correlation between having bpd and being a masochist
like yes please hurt me
otherwise i need to have a conversation with my therapist
I'm sorry for being annoying and socially needy and clingy I just never felt like I belonged as a child and people would never tell me when I did something wrong before leaving/portraying me as malicious