I Don’t Know Who Is This Monster Wearing My Skin

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Some from last night and this morning. I have so much anger and sadness when he ignores me, blocks me, or puts me on dnd. I’ve went to his house when he does that but I’m trying to save myself. I don’t know where to put my suicidal/homicidal feelings. I’m prescribed my panic attack pills but it knocks me out so I can’t take it in the day. This has been the most beneficial since I started yet again. I’m hoping one day it’s deep enough

If you have the audacity to be cruel to somebody with scars on their wrists then you’re a different kind of fucked up.

Yes please.

can’t i just be hit by a car or something so i don’t have to kill myself

I don't know how my brain work tbh, it's like "oh today wasn't that bad, I actually feel happy. Let's cut my wrist and see how deep I can go 😁"

“No one has realized how unhappy I am…they haven’t noticed the dark inside my eyes”

- the suicide effect

BPD is exposing yourself to triggering content knowing how it will make you feel, then wallowing when the feelings come and swallow you whole. Self-sabotage, my peeps. Self-sabotage.

TW: BLOOD.

The only thing that makes me feel alive.

i know its been said b4 but growing up suicidal and then reaching an age you never planned to live to is extremely stressful and terrifying, and we deserve more credit for not killing ourselves and THEN having to make up for the time we spent not caring if we lived or died and not doing work to improve our lives.