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Oh to be loved for who you really are.

I'm such an horrible horrible horrible person.

You don't get it. You just don't get it.

This life isn't worth living.

I do NOT like the new tumblr layout update.

I memorize patterns in your affection so I can tell when something shifts.

I don’t want to own you, I just want to be the only place your mind feels quiet.

Reassurance doesn’t feel nice, it feels necessary.

I punish myself when I feel unlovable instead of asking for care.

Bpd makes me crave control through people, ed makes me crave control through myself.

I attach quickly because i’m starving, not reckless.

Wanting consistency doesn’t make you needy, it makes you exhausted.

I rehearse being normal so my intensity doesn’t leak out.

Loving you feels like a responsibility I take too seriously.

"When pain becomes your identity, healing feels like dying."

When you pull away, my devotion has nowhere to go and it turns on me.

Nostalgia will kill me.

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