nightmare in disguise

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
salmonellr
salmonellr

I don’t know what to do with myself without him. I only exist for him. I’m his. When he’s not around all I can think about is him and the next time I’ll see him and the next time we’ll talk and his recent social media posts and the last things he said to me and how easy it would be to go to his house. He owns all of me, all of my body, all of my mind, and all of my thoughts

cupcakevomit
cupcakevomit

Something that confuses many people and confuses myself as well is how quickly my bpd can make me go from feeling the need to deflect attention to feeling the need to attention seek and vice versa. One second I’ll be so deep into a conversation about my problems and the shitty life ive lived and ill be literally SOBBING into someone’s chest and absorbing every ounce of comfort they’re willing to offer up. Then the next, I’ll be throwing out jokes to change the subject, or just starting a conversation about something else that has nothing to do with the previous topic. It’s confusing, even to myself.