#bpd probably

I wonder what you think of me.

I hope you miss me,

Want to talk to me too.

I hope you think I’m pathetic.

I hope you know I’m better

I know we’re better apart.

I’m desperate to close the chapter again, have the “get a coffee and talk things over, just to stay no contact after” moment.

We end up in the same places, just not at the same time.

I wonder if that’s on purpose.

I miss you when I’m alone. When I have nothing but fond memories.

I hate your name when I’m well. When I’m with people and a thought of you comes up. When I see your interest on my mundane target runs with my partner.

Ummm, I'm almost reaching adulthood, no I'm already an adult I guess, I'm almost 24...

Yeah, I'm 24 and I'm scared... Scared of everything, scared of being an adult, scared of life and I'm scared of myself...

People say it's okay to feel scared and I understand that, infact I agree but deep down in my abyss, I know it isn't okay, I'm not okay...

I have no idea of what to do with my life, I have no idea where I'm supposed to go but I just keep walking and I'm just so tired...

It's amazing to me how others live life like they have a manual guide

It's amazing to me how they wake up and say, "yeah, it's another day, let's do it again". They're are strong and I'm... weak, yes I'm weak, I have no desire, no motivation.