they just made a new thing for us sleepy guys: its called bed, and get this: you crawl under "covers" and put head on a "pillow," and you wont believe it: sleep occurs.
i fantasize about you in every waking moment and you star in all my dreams
I don’t care if it’s fake. Please just say you love me. Tell me I mean everything to you. Say it. Please? I just want to know what it’s like to be loved by you even if you don’t really mean it…
sorry for being insane do you still think im malewife or whatever
it kills me inside everyday that my inner-child has always only wanted to be loved, understood, and cared for, but hasn’t gotten the chance to feel that at all from anyone or anything. is it truly too much to ask for? to be loved? is it? i genuinely don’t know at this point.
“stop making your disorders your entire personality”
ok so here’s the problem… i have a personality disorder sooo…
why is it always about how bpd affects others but hardly ever about how the disorder affects the one actually living with it. i do understand that it affects others so much too but i feel like it’s so invaliding to never really acknowledge how it’s affecting the one living with it and always making it about how ‘you’ affect everyone else.