fuck, i’m still alive.

We know the pain we feel after a loss will continue; it will also remain inconsolable, and we will never find a replacement. No matter what we do, the pain is always there. That’s the way it should be. It’s the only way to perpetuate a love we don’t want to give up. --Freud

As someone with bpd, it is inherently selfish. This disorder demands to heard, it demands to be felt. It demands a reaction or your world could end. It's a constant survival mode with unhealthy coping mechanisms piling on and on and sometimes all you can do is fucking watch.

me on my silly little phone trying not to kill my silly little self

i don't want to sound like a whore, but i'd really like to know how you feel and how your day was