BPD Culture Is Distractions. This Is A Distraction. Tumblr Is A Distraction. Music Is A Distraction.

From the bottom of my worthless heart, I genuinely don’t know if I can survive another year.

pls don’t flirt with me i want to be nonchalant so bad but i unfortunately crave connection so intensely that i will give you my entire soul and forgive you over and over until i’ve lost myself completely and feel like i’m drowning

“Where do you see yourself in the future”

Bb I don’t. I do not. I do not see myself. There is no future.

maybe I deserved better but I wanted you.

BPD math: they said I can come "if I want" instead of "you should come" so that means they hate me and they wish I was dead.

Where do i go if nowhere and no-one feels like home anymore

some days i think i’m okay and some days i wish i was six feet in the ground

Having bpd is literally the worst thing ever. A mood swing can hit you literally anytime any second of the day. You’re literally at the mercy of this fucking illness. Does it care that two seconds ago you were having an amazing time with your friends? No. Does it care that no will understand why you’re frowning and sitting in a corner when you were literally laughing two seconds ago? No. It doesn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone. Not one thing. It just consumes you. And makes you hate yourself for being like this because there’s nothing you can do about it. Nothing.