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needed this on my blog and rb are off
pleasepleaseplease let me know if you ever find my secret sideblog because i NEED to know. like please
More than anything, I want to drown in hands that only want me.
i’m back in the building blah blah blah
i’m always sorry. i’m never confident in my actions. i always feel like an inconvenience. i’m not sure how it came to be that way, but i want it to stop. i want to feel helpful, to feel fun, to feel like someone people want around them. it’s so hard when you’ve grown up thinking that other people only have you around because they’re too scared to tell you to leave. i know my emotions can be a lot and i can’t be thankful enough to the people who have to deal with them, but that’s why i’m sorry all the time. i think of myself as something to deal with, as a problem. i know that’s not always the case, but i’ve convinced myself that it is, and that’s why i’m always sorry.
one day i’ll be dead, and you won’t have to worry. all will be well and life will go on.
and sometimes i think maybe i do have bpd
i need to yell at someone
and i might just crash out the next time he asks
and maybe i don’t want to change. i don’t know how i could. the pain i experience is not something i know how to quell. the only way i know how is to not get attached at all, which is far worse than the repetitive pain i experience. this pain also comes with some of the best highs i’ve ever experienced. it’s a path of sudden highs and lows, with sections of nothingness in between
is this a safe space to say that I want to pin someone against the wall and kiss them with teeth and tongue and then bring my lips up their jawline and down their neck with my hands lost in their hair... ?
me when my entire mood depends on one person
I’m a good person. I deserve good things 🔄 I am a wretched horrid thing. I do not deserve anything
please let me go so i don’t feel guilty about leaving
what am i even doing at this point
and once i finish my letters, my purpose is complete. i will no longer have to feel guilty about leaving things unsaid once my body becomes one with the earth.
i can’t finish them. if they’re complete, there’s no reason to live. these letters and my lack of energy are the reason i’m still here. i would have done it if i hadn’t been so tired and if these letters were complete.
and once i finish my letters, my purpose is complete. i will no longer have to feel guilty about leaving things unsaid once my body becomes one with the earth.