There's no god.

Eu queria ter um lugar para ir nos dias ruins, mas eu não tenho. Assim como eu não tenho alguém com quem eu possa dividir minhas angustias . E vida que segue.

“that’s ok i understand!!!!” but it actually made me sick to my stomach

(:

Liking someone while having bpd is is being angry 65% of the time at the other person but it’s not actually anger it’s fear wether it’s a fear of abandonment, fear of not being worthy, fear of being too intense, fear of emotional turmoil, etc…

I hate it when they say I'm just overreacting. They will never understand that I experience feelings differently

how am i supposed to feel when my paranoid delusions become real

the thing is i’m nobody’s first choice, i’m just a backup plan for when people are bored or lonely. no one is afraid to lose me. nobody cares.

How am I in my twenties but feel like I’m running out of time

Actually upon further inspection that shit really hurted my feelings