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
i dont deserve anyone in my life…i wish i could unalive
i haven’t cried this much in so long but the past four days,, dear god i don’t know what’s wrong with me anymore
it’s so difficult to believe that i’d ever be loved when i look like this…