how about we stop romanticizing the whole fp thing and talk about how TRAUMATIZING it is to get attached to someone to the point where they control how you feel at any time given

i’m tired. i’m so fucking tired

you see, the problem is: i don’t feel bad enough to be hospitalized, but i don’t feel good enough to be a somewhat functioning member of society either

parents be like i gave you the bare minimum how dare you be mentally ill

from having a full blown mental breakdown to vibing to anime openings while bleaching my hair in literally less than 5 minutes. call that bpd

i wish it wasn’t so goddamn hard to ask for help

the feminine urge to repeatedly bash my head against a wall

running away just isn’t enough anymore. i want to dissolve into nothingness.

my life’s a mess. i’m a mess

i‘m nobodys first choice. instead, i’m everyones last resort. the only thing i‘m good for is being used until i‘m no longer wanted. i‘m the broken toy rotting in the corner of the room; used, replaced and ultimately forgotten about

i’m a lost cause. i‘m broken beyond repair

i have a “wtf am i doing with my life”-moment at least five times a day

pour gasoline all over me, set me on fire. let me burn till there’s nothing left of me and let go of all the painful memories

“i’m losing my fucking mind but lol” gang

people out there are collecting good memories and then there’s me collecting mental disorders

i feel like this is it. i‘m losing hope, i‘m losing myself. i‘m terrified of what my mind is putting me through. it hurts so bad, i’m falling apart

death, take me already