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