this is too much for you. i am too much for you.

at this point, everything i do is a coping mechanism

@ ppl who pay attention to me: never stop

me: good morning brain: it’s Feel Bad Time me: good nite

does anybody else get a physical feeling of discomfort when something that makes you jealous or sad happens? idk if this is common for ppl with bpd or just in general but it’s like a little kinda fizz in my chest??? idk how to explain it

TBPDFW SOMEONE MAKES YOU MAD AND YOUR HEART STARTS POUNDING REALLY HARD AND YOUR BREATHING GETS MORE ERRATIC AND YOU JUST WANNA FUCKING PUNCH SOMETHING

i stop liking ppl becuse i realize i am too ugly for love 

sorry boys! the only “d” i crave is death

My therapist just told me that I “use humor to cover up past trauma so I don’t have to deal with it” and that “it will take years of extensive therapy to genuinely recover from it all” and I literally burst out laughing and finger gunned @ him

i hate myself but i want other people to think I’m the greatest person alive, you feel