if i have to go one more week before seeing someone i stg i’m killing myself. im so fucking sick and tired of my friends being busy. just fucking give me an hour of your fucking time,, half the shit you do isn’t even important like jesus fucking christ.
hi you will never hear me not complain about how much i hate my job but the people are so kind,, like the servers at work made me a surprise cinnamon delight ice coffee because “i need the support” they heard i was going to the therapist and they’re all like neurotypical middle aged women in the morning so they were being so kind 🥺 yea let’s just say i love the staff at my job
hah,, i wanna tell my therapist everything tomorrow but i also don’t need to be sent on a grippy sock vacation cuz i think being isolated like that would make whatever i’m going through rn even worse.
with bpd feeling bored is like feeling so empty that you wanna hurt yourself just to feel something
bpd really makes you question your reality. am i being reasonable? am i overreacting? is what they are saying true? can i trust them? you start gaslighting yourself. “that didn’t happen” or “they must be mad at me”
i wouldn’t wish having bpd on anyone
i will always miss you, even if we’re in the same room
i hate platonic fps bc i cant possibly tell somebody im this dependent on and obsessive over them without them being like “so u like me..”
no i would die without you,, they’re actually different things believe it or not
i’ve never felt like this before
yea,, he’s amazing <33