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I hate that feeling when you see something and your heart literally sinks, but you have to sit there and pretend you don’t care.

*looks up at night sky* *sees more stars than usual* *mood immediately lifts by 93%*

if you defend my abuser, you don’t love me

i can’t tell if you’re hurting me or if i’m hurting myself

Do you ever just look at a picture of yourself and think… What the fuck, that isn’t me? Who is this face staring back at me? It’s like I’m looking at someone I know I recognize, but can’t place.

can someone just hold me, play with my hair and rub my back for 6 hours until i feel better?????

bpd concept: I don’t get angry and hurt at every small thing that happens

if you can go the whole day without talking to me then im sure you can manage going for the rest of your life too, right?