whenever anyone mentions that they were talking abt me I get this weird but kind of comforting feeling that I exist to a person outside of our own relationship,, like?? u talked abt me??? u thought of me when I wasn’t there????? i exist to u when I’m not around????!!!!!!?
this post from when i was 18 is still getting notes but btw im almost 27 now, no longer meet the criteria for bpd, and live a very beautiful and rich and happy life. things get better i promise. hang in there. love u <3






















