why must i go through the 5 stages of grief everyday
bpd is so stupid. i hate dealing with it every day. feeling like i’m constantly being replaced, feeling like no one wants me around, feeling like i don’t matter to anyone. it’s stupid. logically i know none of that is true but it doesn’t make me feel any better.
my problem is i think everyone is getting tired of me and hates me
being someone with bpd, unrequited love is like a knife to the heart. with every rejection and dismissal, the knife is twisted. it’s unbearable pain.
i’m sick of being only talked to when it’s convenient for others. i’m sick of being the second. third. forth option. i’m sick of laying it all down just to get nothing back. i’m sick of my stupid fear of abandonment. i just want to make normal attachments and relationships, why is that so fucking hard
i wanna give up so bad
holding down a job whilst living with a serious mental illness is the final boss i stg
random question: if you could pick an age to stop aging what age would you choose?
i’m not wanted, i’m just tolerated (barely)
i’m always a let down, god why am i still alive