Obsession as a bpd metaphor in the way that people lovebomb us and get us attached and it’s like we’re under spells. Having a favorite person feels like my autonomy is being robbed because everything is dependent on them. Them saying they want us to be clingy but it gets old pretty quickly and suddenly they switch up and pull away. Nothing is enough for them but we try to be everything to them. Everything is centered around them. We lose our purpose and existence and ourselves in loving them. We convince ourselves there’s something wrong with us and that’s why they don’t love us more. Begging for scraps. Them knowing we’re suffering and they keep putting us through hell. They have a chance to set us free but they love the attention and the hold/power they have over us.
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