saraniwrap

I’m such a fucking fraud. I sit here and tell everyone around me that it’s okay to miss them (I feel ashamed) to be angry at them (I feel guilty) that it’s okay to feel that hurt (I feel embarrassed) to cry, to scream (I feel sick) you just gotta feel the pain to get through it and it’ll get better, and here I lay months later, shaking to my fucking core, in such gruesome emotional pain, that I can’t breathe. Trigger Warning: It doesn’t get better.

BPD culture is not feeling worthy of talking to your FP because they’re perfect but also screaming sobbing dying at not being with them

“When I think about you in huge doses, I drown in despair, in longing, in guilt. I learned to think of you in tiny rations like meals delivered to my plate, three times a day. Each time enough to nourish me, to make me hope, to keep my heart alive.”

moral of madoka magica:

“I like myself better when I’m with you.”

Been rewatching yandere high school (because why not)