I’m So Jealous Of Passionate Ppl.

I think one of the worst symptoms of bpd is the lack of emotional permanence no matter how many good and loving people you have in your life the second you are alone it feels like you were never loved and it was all just a figment of your imagination

Chronic emptiness will be the death of me. I can’t seem to fill the void no matter how hard I try.

A.I. may be able to paint pictures like an artist, but it will never overdose on heroin like an artist

“nothing tastes as good as skinny feels”

damn you must suck at cooking. check out some youtube tutorials man. i believe in you.

why am i even bothering with sobriety and cleanness at this point. all i wanna do is be high and forget how fucking miserable im gonna be for the rest of my life. just for a few hours. but i cAnT because tHinGs WoNt EvEr gEt BeTtEr iF yOuRe uSiNg. who the fuck cares if it gets better at this point? it obviously fucking won't. i'm trapped in this fucking disgusting body forever. the least i can do for myself is make myself happy for a little while.

I can’t take it anymore I can’t take it anymore I can’t take it anymore I can’t take it anymore I can’t take it anymore I can’t take it anymore I can’t take it anymore I can’t take it anymore I csnttakrotanymirs I can’t take it anymore I can’t take it anymore I snt take it anymore I can’t take it snymore (I say as I proceed to take it)

(crawls on all fours with blood drenched on me) I have to do arts and crafts

i will never be able to love someone without hating them.

sorry for obsessively refreshing your blog every chance i get for any new posts or information retaining to you, it will happen tomorrow and the day after that and maybe even for a few weeks or months and for forever just as long as i can keep watching you like this…