Shhhh...

having bpd is just like *spends several weeks being empty and apathetic* *has a mental breakdown experiencing 357 emotions* *spends several weeks being empty and apathetic* *has a mental breakdown experiencing 357 emotions* *spends

i feel misunderstood 99% of the time and it breaks my heart

It's painful when I look at my own childhood photos, knowing this child experienced things it shouldn't have

he deserves better. I should push him away. I will hurt him. I'm already hurting him. I'm a monster. I'm a fucking monster

my mood moved directly from "if anyone talks to me ill kill them" to "if my fp doesnt talk to me this instant ill die"

*sits quietly next to my grieving inner child in silence, without expectation of an explanation or righteous purpose behind it all*

I hate having a body, it’s so high maintenance! Shower this, eat that, drink this, sleep that, it’s all very stupid