sometimes i worry that people think i’m a furry for all of the dog imagery. it’s more about how bpd makes you feel subhuman, that it rots your brain and turns you into some wild animal. not that being a furry wouldn’t be dope as fuck, but that’s not me i’m just mentally ill and like symbolism.
point of view of the exotic pet (part 1)—solarpire
i wish people thought that i was good and kind and caring, people only say i am if i beg them. i wish i wasn’t the scary shelter dog that everyone takes in. i hate that i’ll never be different, i beg the Gods to make me good, but they can’t. i hate myself, so fucking much all the time. it’s awful being this way, i was born cursed and bad.
to my person - i will love you forever. thank you for giving me the universe <3
back to putting in the hard work, mapped some of my parts!
“The greatest loss is the kind that you never had in the first place. I am reeling from the missing out on something that was never mine to begin with. This tragedy cuts me deep.”
— remnant-thoughts
i’m splitting on you so hard my sebastian wilder it’s not even funny
i was so real for this
had a dream where i texted michael and we just fought and fought lmfao. would happen if i reach out again fr
“you haven’t gotten past that yet?”
no. i don’t know how i will ever get over it mother. i wish that i could.
✩ 21 ✩ bpd, bipolar, & cptsd diagnosed ✩ helpol ✩ “Freedom is a length of rope. God wants you to hang yourself with it.”
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