*flirtatiously* I Have No Real Connection To Reality 😏

bpd culture is feeling a little bit unwanted and immediately shutting down and isolating from everyone even though you know all it does is make things even worse

they will replace me so easily and never remember who i even was

literally everything being said at trump’s inauguration:

sometimes i feel like im climing up this incline again alone but thankully sisypus and the itsy bitsy spider and here with me

i am genuinely so over myself and how i act and what i do. it makes me sick

*remembers*

*gets sick to my stomach*

theres no such thing as tmi to me. i want to live in your ribcage.

i am nowhere near a good person, actually.

Hating myself is really easy so I won’t blame you for hating me too

i now pronouns you they and them