I want to stop loving you.
But whenever you smile, my heart races.
Whenever you laugh, my knees get weak.
Whenever we meet eyes, my palms sweat.
Whenever we talk, I get nervous.
My mind tells me to stop, but my heart cries proceed.
trauma sideblog, yandere, bpd, depressed asf
I want to stop loving you.
But whenever you smile, my heart races.
Whenever you laugh, my knees get weak.
Whenever we meet eyes, my palms sweat.
Whenever we talk, I get nervous.
My mind tells me to stop, but my heart cries proceed.
it's getting bad again. i'm struggling to get out of bed, my room is a fucking mess, i can barely get myself to shower or brush my teeth, and have zero capacity to do the things i need to get done. everything is so heavy and i don't have the strength to carry it.