♡ 19 | vent blog | tw suicide, obsessive love, stalking, gore | diagnosed bpd she/her
279 posts
whoever said life is worth it fuckin lied
this shit sucks ass
Nobody is afraid to lose me. I never mean that much.
i dont care (this affected me deeply and made me cry for several hours)
you told me you needed space. soon enough, you'll realize how much you need me, darling.
Am I the only one who doesn’t improve because they refuse to try.
I always say “I don’t like deep breathing”. “It doesn’t work” I say. But I don’t even try.
“I don’t like meditating” I say, “it doesn’t work” i say. But I don’t even try.
“I can’t journal” I say, “it doesn’t help” I say. but I don’t even try.
Why? Because it can’t be that simple. If it’s that simple than I’m not as traumatized, or as damaged, or as far gone as I thought I was, and it almost feels like all of this was for nothing. I feel like I don’t have it bad enough and therefore I don’t deserve help, nor do I want it because of that.
It almost feels as if when I heal, all this suffering was for nothing, all this time struggling to get better was for nothing, all those panic attacks and dangerous driving and self harm, when it was always just…that simple.
So I don’t even try. Because if it works, it’s been too simple all along and I have suffered at my own expense for nothing.
please i want to be someone's priority please answer my texts eagerly, cling to me, kiss me, be desperate as much as I for contact, call me and let's talk for hours (what was the last time someone called me?), please i want someone, superficial friendships aren't enough i want more, i want to know you'll always be there no matter what and that you know i will be there for you too, im begging, i am on my knees, i want reciprocated, unshakeable devotion
im so tired
they mean everything to me and i treasure every happy moment i spend with them, but to them, i'm replaceable.
you know what's frustrating? having so much love to give, putting in efforts to make your loved ones stay, struggling to not be a burden on people, making them handmade things, going out of your way to be for them, checking up on them regularly and not receiving even a tiny amount of it back. the worst part is, even if i stop doing that, the only person suffering would be me because they don't care if i disappear. why should they? they have better people they can love and care for.
If I didn't get attached easily life would be soooo much easier, I need a lobotomy
FP: is gone for 5 minutes
my brain: they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me they're replacing me I'm being replaced I'm being replaced I'm being replaced
I'm so tired of everytime one small argument or inconvenience breaks out I want to end it and self destruct, it's so draining.