I’m So Angry I Don’t Know What To Do. I Need Help. I’m So Angry It’s Hurting My Chest. It’s

I thought I felt this way because I miss you but I probably just have a disorder. Maybe it’s both.

I will be like "I'm fine" and then another fucking event will occur

I hope you die, *****. Or I hope you move away forever and I never see you again. But it’d be satisfying if you just died. I wish I could forget you existed and erase all my memories of you. But it’d be more realistic if you just died.

"just be yourself" i dont know who the fuck i am

I want you to dig your hands into my flesh and pull all my bones out one by one and get rid of this humming ache under my skin

everyday I wonder,

how much longer can I do this ??

and then the next day passes,

and the next, and the next, and the next,

and all of a sudden it’s been three years.

and I am still, just sitting here, wondering,

how much longer can I do this ??

he has no idea that I’m literally on my knees praying and crying for him every day it’s actually ridiculous that he’s consuming my brain LIKE A PARASITE and he’s just completely clueless. I hope he has a dream where he sees how much he’s in my head and in my heart and in between my teeth and under my skin and he gets hit so hard with it he fucking dies. No one could love him like I would.

Get out of my head! Get out!

I could stare at you forever. I wish you were mine.

bpd culture is growing up too soon and staying the child forever

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