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.
everything/one is so annoying. my phone is on dnd. I should have killed myself.
the reason i love tumblr so much is because there are so many insane, alienated , delusional silly little teenage girls who are obsessed with lana del rey and fashion just like me that validate my existence as a crazy b!tch
anger splitting at family dinner and ruining easter for everyone , check
girls and their desperate desire to push everyone away
what if I am my own misery
on one hand, problems that are not clearly communicated to me are not my issue. however, I will continue to attempt to read your mind and conclude the most outlandish things that make me spiral into an anxiety attack that could defeat god
I am a tumblr girly