Guilt Eats Away At My Flesh. It Settles In My Bones. It Lives Within My Chest.

Tw bpd vent

If you don’t want to deal with someone with mental issues don’t. I always warn new friends that I have bpd and I am going to show symptoms. Then they get surprised when I do.

Unless ur my parent you don’t have to deal with me. If you can’t handle it just be fucking honest. I don’t have the energy to be disappointed.

And no I’m not talking about “oh you can’t handle being abused, fuck you” I’m talking about when ppl get pissed that you have mental breakdowns a fuck ton of the time.

Or ignore them because you’re too depressed to talk. That type of shit.

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

don’t feel very emotionally stable right now I feel beat down and too mentally tired to even speak or move and my mood keeps fluctuating between intense anger and violence and being upset and nostalgic and it’s giving me a headache and I want it to stop and it’s not working

there’s something wrong with me.

there’s something wrong with me.

there’s something wrong with me.

there’s something wrong with me.

there’s something wrong with me.

bpd culture is "I love you and it's killing me"

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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.

he has no idea that I’m literally on my knees praying and crying for him every day it’s actually ridiculous that he’s consuming my brain LIKE A PARASITE and he’s just completely clueless. I hope he has a dream where he sees how much he’s in my head and in my heart and in between my teeth and under my skin and he gets hit so hard with it he fucking dies. No one could love him like I would.