I still love you. Just not enough to cry about it anymore. Just not enough to ruin my life. You are like… something that I like to look at. And listen to, talk with, joke with, be around. But something I will never have. That’s okay. I am just fine watching you from afar.
i want to live out my anger, i want to be able to scream and smash, i want to defend myself like an adult. then why am i crying every time
I wish you loved me as violently and consumingly as I love you
but sometimes I am also a narcissist and am afraid everyone is in love with me
I have bpd, of course I assume everyone hates me until proven otherwise
I'm so fucking tired of splitting on people. I just fucking said a bunch of shit I didn't want to say cause I'm overwhelmed and stressed and I just...I'm so fucking alone and didn't know what else to do. Fucking hell I want to be rid of this stupid brain.
Fuck everything fuck everyone fuck the central line fuck uni fuck the government fuck inflation fuck the economy everyone should just fucking die and I am going to go live in a post-apocalyptic country side
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I don’t know if I’m in love or if I’m mentally sick. All I know is the gaping hole and aching I feel in my chest fucking hurts.
I could stare at you forever. I wish you were mine.
Nothing hurts more than constantly being misunderstood
To avoid the sick feeling I get from talking to people about my feelings I am vomiting them out here, enjoy.
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