Dont You Want Me Baby

*apologizes for being distant* *apologizes for being affectionate*

*apologizes in general*

*apologizes for apologizing*

constantly feeling too good for everyone but also not good enough for anyone

The worst part about having bpd is how many people you hurt. No matter how fucking hard you try not to, you always do. There are times I seem to hurt people just by existing. There are some days I feel as if I’m going to drown in guilt from all the pain I’ve brought to people.

“Mental illness is not pretty” is such a tired boring phrase like no mentally ill person feels like their mental illness is “pretty” and you’re not doing fucking shit by repeatedly telling us it isn’t because we KNOW. we’re suffering every goddamn day and it’s not helping us to tell us “it isn’t pretty” it just reinforces that mental illness is Bad™ and we’re not allowed talk or joke about it in a positive way or else we’re somehow romanticizing or fetishizing our own illnesses

seriously like. you all deserve so so much. you deserve people in your life that make you feel like you can do anything. 

Me: *feels slightly better* Me @ me: u r a fake bitch

not to be dramatic or anything but i need affection or im gonna die

you are not a burden, and your problems are not a burden to those who love you

i hate knowin that people that ruined parts of me still live and function like nothing ever happened

you weren’t right to treat me that way.

never accept the way things are. shed the skin you’re in whenever you want. 

am i bitter? yes. but do i try to move on and let go of past anger? well, actually, no

don’t touch me. don’t touch me. don’t touch me. leave me alone or i’ll break your fingers.

why should I feel regret when it’s you who made the mistake?

i’m tired of all of your lies