I feel like I can't talk to my s/o about my self h@rm because he'll probably say things like "oh you don't deserve this I'm sorry" etc. and I'll feel so damn bad when I inevitably do it again.
humbled
my ear is eating me
I just cry for no reason I hate it.
My chest literally hurts like hell out of no where .
I just want to sleep for forever .
I’m just tired .. that’s all .
Your daily dose of cat memes
real.
“hey man it’s been a while, where have you gone?”
my ass plotting a foolproof method to silently slip away from 90% of my friends and start anew because I cannot shake the constant betrayals and neglect that haunted my early teenage years. I look into their eyes and all I see are the carved pupils of stony angels that stood over me and, basking in their holiness, watched me weep. they believe that all they need to do to be worthy of sticking around with is to pose and look pretty, and provide no further meaning that might linger when I turn away:
JENNIFER’S BODY
2009 — dir. karyn kusama
using tumblr to prevent the chance of even a single thought occuring
i think the worst part about bpd no one talks about is being self aware. being aware of it doesnt make it any better, if anything it makes it worse because of how frustrating it is. like i know that what im doing is a symptom, but i still cannot stop myself from doing it. yes, it does make me feel absolutely ridiculous that my entire mood and well-being depends on whether you say 'ok' or 'okay', but i literally do not have a choice.