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My tumblr is what the inside of my head looks like.

bpd is like body horror but for your identity

i don’t fucking know how to communicate that i’m feeling neglected and unloved and like i’m the second favorite. like how do you say that without wanting to fucking die.

Gewinnst du den Kampf,von dem du niemandem erzählst.?

i have bpd of course i’m gonna destroy everything and everyone i have in my life :))

bpd feels like you’re constantly begging for affection because normal amounts of affection doesn’t feel like enough

Having bpd is realizing you will literally never be enough for anyone. They'll always be looking for someone or something better and more interesting. I ask myself why I even bother with anyone sometimes.

i have a glass heart. if you don’t handle with care you’ll kill me.

BPD will make you feel like being born is a trauma you have to heal from

Ich war für dich da, doch du hast mich enttäuscht.

feeling unneeded, unwanted, or rejected is a fucking nightmare when you have bpd

Kleinste Veränderungen, verunsichern mich maßlos.

Ich möchte nicht das Problem sein. Ich möchte doch nur geliebt werden.