I am always going to be simultaneously too much and not enough and I don’t know how I’m supposed to survive like that

That fucking bpd rage where everyone's voices makes you want to scream and every noise around you makes you want to sh and you're so mad you can almost feel the cuts everywhere

I'm so tired of everytime one small argument or inconvenience breaks out I want to end it and self destruct, it's so draining.

they’re minor inconveniences to you, to me they’re world-ending tragedies

I wish I killed myself at 15

“I am so sorry for hurting you while I was trying to hurt myself.”

i be in my own head fighting for my life

I wanna burn down every single bridge I built cause I’m tired of being the only person that makes sure it doesn’t fall apart

my problem is if anyone asks 2 see my nipple piercings irl i will whip my tits out without a second thought