Don’t know if I’m fighting demons or I’m the demon
i’m so tired of being broke, all of my friends ask to make plans and i can’t ever say yes because i have no money :/ my friend asked me to go to pride today and i couldn’t all because of money.. hate it here
today i feel this overwhelming sense of darkness and i don’t like it :( i’ve been having good days recently and ofc bpd wants to change that :/
why is it so hard for u to care about me :/
