At this point being in love with you has become a part of my personality. So what’ll happen if I stop?
FUCK THIS PLACE, FUCK EVERYTHING, FUCK EVERYONE, I HATE EVERYTHING. I JUST WANT TO FUCKING DIE OMG
I miss you. You make me feel safe. More than you make me feel sick. Whenever I have moments of peace, I think of you. I wish you were there with me.
Feeling evil (just wanna be loved by someone that only has eyes for me)
do you know what it’s like to crave a person?
What is the line between being delulu and being actually insane. I write you letters and poetry you’ll never see. I’d set myself on fire to keep you warm. I want you to dig your hands into my shoulder blades and grab my heart and pull me into your chest. Let me slowly bleed out over you.
I don’t know if I’m in love or if I’m mentally sick. All I know is the gaping hole and aching I feel in my chest fucking hurts.
bpd culture is needing everyone to love you constantly
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Fck being nonchalant.
Merge souls with me.
To avoid the sick feeling I get from talking to people about my feelings I am vomiting them out here, enjoy.
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