Narcissistic - Tumblr Posts

One of the worst possible things about having bpd is having no sense of self.

Imagine going through life tied down to a total stranger. I am constantly changing, not knowing what I like or don’t like. I base my value on other people around me. Isn’t that so fucking pathetic? And there’s nothing to do that can change it.

I am a stranger to myself and nobody hates the way I am more than I do.

if there was no one around me, who would i be?

would i even want to draw doodles in the sand?

not to brag but i have a friend who gives me attention when i explicitly express i need it and understands that im cluster b and actively cares for me with it

Damn, it was a good night sleep. Must have fall into a deep, heavy slumber, but something doesn’t feel so right… Hold up, why do I actually feel heavier? I can feel a heaving mass on my torso, and to be honest - it felt great. My feet are dangling off the bed and my head’s on the headboard. Am I… taller? I need to see this for myself.

I dashed towards the bathroom mirror and I feel my thick feet propelling me towards that direction faster than I ever did before. The switch is at my chest level now. Fuck, is that my pecs? They are huge. Thick and protruding forward so far out. So manly, so powerful. Wait, lights - I need the lights. With a flick of the switch, my dream has turned into reality.

I’m a fucking muscle bull.

I threw up my arms and did a double biceps. It’s so natural now, like I’m meant to do it. My mind’s racing with relentless lust for muscles. My eyes linger on my impossibly jacked body. I must be 8% body fat or lower, that would explain the 8 packs that I’m sporting right now. The chiselled V line leads down to my ever larger genitals.

My grin grew large and wide, as my massive pecs aren’t the only thing that’s protruding so far out.