somewhere up there in the stars is a place where i belong. somewhere far beyond this body, beyond this existence, which was a mistake. i will be there someday. i will be free.
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borderline nightmares
- message delivered
- message read
- when ur fave “needs space”
- when ppl pick on u for being dramatic
- when u just gotta
- explaining splitting to nt friends
- anyone finding ur journal
- when ppl ask why youre “copying them”
- when ppl ask why you are “so clingy”
- when ppl say they will listen and stay and ur like o god i know it isn’t true but u still end up believing the same bullshit
- when u cant help but forgive people who have pushed u passed ur boundries and fucked u over
- when u cant feel
- when u can feel
- when u wanna disassociate but ppl wont stop talking to u
- when u cant stop disassociating
- disassociating during lectures/class/tests
- “tell me about yourself”
- “whats your sexuality?”
-“ha! every1 does that… ur normal dont WORRY”
My fave bpd/dpd/hpd thing is agreeing with someone so that they wont be mad at you and then afterwards they tell you they were joking and you die on the inside
you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?
is my pain really that amusing?
my unconditional love and loyalty
you have it all, darling;
i know i’m easy to manipulate and fun to throw around
but please, just this once,
fake your love for me a little longer
you can feel them getting sick of you, can’t you?
history’s always going to repeat itself - you can’t avoid this outcome
you’ll always be toxic and unhealthy
driving them all away, your existence stings like poison
you’re a sick, dirty, rotten child; you infect those you touch
don’t let them get any closer, save them before they get hurt
stay away.
the urges course through your veins
like an empty canvas begging you to create
your skin aches for more - aches for the ecstasy it never fails to bring;
and with an adrenaline-filled brush,
you finally paint again.
like acid, you burn everyone you touch
the world is bleak when you’re not around
desolation spills through the cracks and taints the light;
bliss turns to hollow misery and all that’s left is
vacancy.
you’re gonna regret loving me.
nobody likes picking the roses with thorns.