The Cold Seasons Are For The Poets

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 literally have to lay down after every minor task. going to the supermarket is a herculean effort. how am i supposed to live a life like this

I don't want life to end. I want my disorder to end. But it never will.

do you remember me? do you remember my laugh….the excitement in my voice when we spent our time together, how about my name, do you remember that?

I miss the way you used to look at me. I spend most of my time living in memories and trying to remember what you sound like.

kms, i need a person to want to talk to me 🙏🏾

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.

My final note to you

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.