her name is Laura. she is witty and hilarious and just a child. fuck you. you horrible ass bitch, not even for hurting me but for fucking daring to lay your monstrous paws on her again after what you did the first time. you disgust me. your girlfriend disgusts me. move out of that damn house and grow the fuck up. asshole scum. may the Gods torture you for the rest of your godforsaken waste of a human life.
the things I hate most in this world are myself and the fact that I’m still alive.
i was so real for this
‘everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it’ is cute and all til u have bpd and go genuinely psychotic when someone abandons you
bpd is a bitch.
i forgot how fucking delulu i get over this specific person. i need to just be fucking shot.
You gave up on me Michael. A naive part of me still believes you’re a short drive away, because I can’t believe you’d just leave without saying goodbye.
life has gotten so bad. i don’t have anything in me left to give. i don’t know how i’m supposed to do my homework today. i just can’t anymore.
bpd is a bitch. miss you forever and always michael, im sorry i truly am, wish i knew what i did so i could atleast try to be better.
holding back tears in the parking lot of the community college because my mom called to tell me that my sister told college recruiters i was her hero.
taking the years of abuse for her wasn’t for nothing :’)
i wish things could be different,
✩ 21 ✩ bpd, bipolar, & cptsd diagnosed ✩ helpol ✩ “Freedom is a length of rope. God wants you to hang yourself with it.”
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