i hate that you and i are apart my love. i wish we could be together all day every day, maybe then life would be worth living.
normalize not doing anything special or interesting with ur life
dear first love,
i think about you often, its just, some time has passed and i don’t know if its appropriate for me to say hi again, but i miss you dearly
yours truly,
your ex lover
i :) don’t :) wanna :) be :) alive :) anymore :,)
some real long term shit wouldn’t be that bad rn
me: *ranting about my mom and how she makes me feel*
him: oh, i’m sorry
me: no no, no need to apologize it’s not your fault my mom’s a bitch
him: i know but she’ll never apologize for it so i will
bye, he doesn’t make it easy to feel nothing for him
if i’m single by my next birthday it’s game over for me
stop asking “wyd” i dont do shit with my life
it’s sad how with bpd even when i’m feeling good i can’t enjoy it in the moment because i know it won’t last for much longer..
im sexually attracted to attention