Man y'all must really like crazy girls I hope you know you'll be tired of me the second I get mad for the first time
But also please pay attention to me
Numb Yourself - Citizen
"what did you do with all that anger?"
"i ate it raw, like I was a starving child and it was the only thing that could sustain me."
Come find meπ€πͺππβ¨
I really wish it was socially acceptable to say βI really donβt careβ and people would just say oh ok and move onto the next topic in conversation, no hard feelings
I feel like I have no valid reason to complain about the direction my life is going in. I mean it's my fault right? Like in the end it's not really the mental illness that made me stop going to college and move away from my family. Like in the end those were decisions I made right? It doesn't matter that I was depressed and it doesn't matter that I've got impulse issues. In the end it was me who chose this.
Having bpd really is like playing life on the hardest difficulty it has to offer. When you're upset, it's like grief. When you're mad, it's like fighting back the rage of a warrior. When you're numb, it's absolutely debilitatingly so, and when you're dissociated, it's like nothing on this planet, including yourself, exists or is even real anymore. It's a constant battle of fighting against your own body's extremely out of control instincts. It's not supposed to be this hard to simply interact with other human beings and yourself, is it?
And lately I've been stuffing my dumb fucking face ruining so much progress
Wish I had thighs but if I gain more than 5lbs I want to kill myself π
Realizing now I am covered in red flags. Like I knew I was bad but yeesh this is kindaaaaa this is kinda a problem huh
21F & tired. my old poems are seriously so bad. idk what this is turning into. I just want someone to talk to. open dms
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