Thats my diary

I’ll try not to break knowing I am utterly alone in this world.

not sexual not romantic but a secret third thing where i hold your shaking body at two in the morning, whispering that hey, it's okay, you belong. i want you with me. it's okay, you're safe, you're safe now

bpd is watching someone you just met hang out with other people & leaving you out and feeling like someone just dug their nails into your heart and ripped it apart bc how could they just abandon you like that? i thought we had something & now i don't even deserve to hang out with them?

should i over explain myself or remain misunderstood

and suddenly, again, I feel really tired, as if the world is draining me of everything i ever had

hey can you come over and surgically remove this heavy, aching rot from my heart? we can watch a movie afterwards

"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past

when is it my turn to be normal

All I see when I look around is all the ways I fail as a person

you know the thoughts are winning when you log back onto tumblr

when you feel like you’re starting to get better and suddenly the impending doom sets in again and you know the cycle is about to repeat