i’m just a boy whose inner workings resemble a forest fire
hi i hope you know i NEED you to survive, not to be manipulative but if you leave i’ll DIE
the worst part about bpd in my opinion is the perceived abandonment, we sense something is off or create a situation that pisses us off and then roll with it, causing a argument or fight that only ends in us looking like a bad person for creating something to begin with.. god i’m tired of this fucking disorder
i hate myself im the worst i suck no one actually likes me no one wants me idk whats wrong with me im never enough and im always too much i just shouldnt exist
you call it a trauma response, i call it a silly little detail about myself
jus once in my life i wanna be crying in a bathtub and have someone wash my hair and feel like im truly cared for
hes so beautiful, i want 2 throw a bunch of rocks at him until he dies
u ever get a notification from ur favourite person and ur like:
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀. .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ◡
bpd love is on a whole other level. intense as fuck. we love with every fiber of our being. we give our souls to strangers. we empty our heart out to help others. we pour from a cup that’s empty. we always have more to give. it’s why we’re so easily taken advantage of
you ever wanna just let the bpd win and burn it all down to the ground??