trauma sideblog, yandere, bpd, depressed asf
I stayed with you for so long throughout the bullshit because I was torn between not giving up on the person that I loved, and coming to terms with the fact that the person that I loved no longer existed inside of the body that I was staring at every day, and I don’t give a fuck what anyone says…that’s a really difficult and painful thing to wrap your brains around. It takes a while to believe it.
remembering every tiny thing about you because they care and then casually mention something you talked about once literal months ago >>>
People have really made me feel like I don’t matter. Like maybe I really am this horrible person. Yo sometimes I really don’t wanna be here no more🥺
I'm feel like I'm the easiest person for everyone to replace. Insignificant and unimportant
I wish I could split in two and let part of me die. A piece of me really wants to no longer function. But a chunk of me knows that I have to stay. I have to make everyone happy. Keep everyone safe. But I’m ready to be set free. I can’t stop shaking. My eyes puffy and teared. My lungs gasping for air. This is no way to live. This is no way to live. There is no room for love. No nothing, when you’re the damnedest.
