can’t tell if i need a hug or to get hit by a car
just me n my oversized clothes against the world
i give the wrong people the right pieces of me and now i’m just a crushed soul. just waiting for someone to try to mend the crumbs of me that are left, to love me despite all the ruins, to cherish my broken soul and to be as obsessively in love with me as i will be for them
living with bpd is like the intense emotional pain you feel day in day out isnt enough, so you have to feel everything physically too and at the exact same time you will feel it in every cell in ur body. the loneliness, the emptiness, the sadness, the boredom. you will live in endless pain but remember; don’t overreact or else you’re being another one of those “toxic borderlines” that manipulate and abuse people, the ones that are “evil people” “with no respect for others”
me: has a Literal eating disorder
anyone: i didn’t have time to eat breakfast today :(
me: oh m…oh my god……my son………my sweet starved son please,….have some stew…u need ur strength…..
psychologist: you can’t have the disorder if you don’t display these ignorantly exaggerated behaviors i listed :/
me:
