no matter the place, the lifetime, the world, the universe,
i want you to be the one i end up with
three stages of life:
1- birth
2- what the fuck is this
3- death
i need love, i need someone
i need to feel something for someone
i need to have someone by my side
i need to love someone and be loved back
i don’t want to feel a dead heart anymore
why do i have this addiction? why do i need someone to love me?
why do i feel incomplete if no one loves me?
i’m pathetic. i’m a dependent person. if i don’t have anyone by my side i just feel like i’m falling apart.
no one loves me, no one will ever love me
everyone hurts me, i don’t deserve to be loved
what is the problem with me?
is it my body, my face, or my personality?
is everything about me horrible and unlovable?
is that the reason why no one loves me?
I’ve had my heart broken so bad that I don’t believe I’m ever gonna find someone who will love me. I’m not saying this and secretly hoping that I’m wrong. I believe it. I’ve finally given up on it the way I’ve given up on being able to be happy because I’m alive. The way I’ve made peace with knowing that I’ll live each day wishing I wasn’t alive and wanting to kill myself. I used to have some hope. But there’s nothing left now.
"People with ADHD are really creative" is a statement that's constantly misinterpreted.
It doesn't necessarily mean we are good at creating things or talented artists.
It means we find creative solutions for problems. We connect dots that others don't and find obvious solutions nobody even considered.
That's what they mean when they say we're creative.
Creative solutions.
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Accept self-diagnosis and diagnosis curious people
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Cuz we are not invalidating people's experiences, concerns, pain, fears, and trauma.
Cuz diagnosis is a privilege in many places
Cuz asking for help takes bravery
Cuz this house is built on love
Bpd is being suicidal one minute then all giddy and excited about the idea of your favorite person simply existing the next
i feel so much disgust and hatred for literally everything about myself. my body. not just about my weight, because even working out can’t change my hideous body structure. about how dumb i am, seeing everyone be able to do well in school and life while i’m just stupid and i can’t change it. i can’t increase my IQ because i’m a loser. i can’t do anything right and i’m so far behind all of my peers. i’m so unlovable, never loved by my family and forget lovers. all i’m capable of being is the side piece and lately not even good enough to be used for that. i hate myself so much right now that i’d rather die than live another minute of this pathetic life.