Borderline Personality Disorder - Tumblr Posts
I don’t think words are enough to express my gratitude for the love given to my silly lil comic. It was daunting to post it, but had I known it would touch so many, my anxieties would’ve eased. Thank you, trainers. From the bottom of my — and Plusle and Minun’s — heart. ❤️💙
My Pokémon ❤️💙
Я вирішила, що мені серйозно треба підійти до якості свого життя.
Просто ставити цілі - точно не для мене. Мені потрібен план щоденного буття, аби моя рутина могла допомагати щодня ставати більш щасливою та цілісною особистістю. Мій межовий розлад не має взяти верх наді мною.
Мене чекає подорож, яка має трохи розвіяти мене та надати сили йти далі. Адже сьогодні я просто здалась. Плакати пів дня та ненавидіти себе - це занадто навіть для мене.
В мене є глобальна мета. Стати щасливою.
Busquei aderir as leituras como uma terapia para meu controle de ansiedade, depressão e TPB... Gostei de me deleitar nos livros de @nicholassparks @nicholassparksfrases-blog @nicholassparkstrechos-blog
Do normal people sit and wonder how they actually feel about something? I feel like I talk it out with myself, try to pin point what’s wrong, and then it spirals into something else. I can never be satisfied.
I believe in nothing really,
I think when we die its just nothing at all.
Or at least, there are days I really hope its like that.
And some days, I hate the idea of reincarnation and having to live again.
I wish that I’ll close my eyes and be nothing.
I wont miss the people who lose me or that I’ve lost.
I wish that I’ll feel nothing, nothing bad or good.
Be like the end of a film,
just a character and only stories can be told about me now.
But I will not be there.
I wont think
Think so hard my wires burst and melt.
No more tears over passed seasons.
And I will breath nothing
See nothing
Be no one
Be nobody
No body to starve and tailor
This flesh will be wilting into soft earth
It will all at once stop, like sleeping without dreaming, the tape halting at its end.
Still, sometimes I hope I’ll see you again and again
I just don’t wanna do this anymore
I forget how easy it all falls apart when im not talking to you. Im gathering egg shell pieces today.
Im worried my little sister is turning into me
i hope it goes away
its me. im in here
WHAT AM I FUCKING DOING WHAT THE FUCK AM I ACTUALLY DOING WHY DO I DO THESE THINGS WHEN DOES IT IT END WHY AM I DOING THIS
I seriously do it to myself
Please, please, please,
I’m all blood and meat
God, why not me? I did what I was supposed to. I was good, at least I think I was. And I tried a lot. But why does it hurt still. Why am I not all better now? I thought you were supposed to protect me. But you’re just letting this happen
No
I know you
I know it’s all in my head again
I can never really change can I
My sins can only be committed by my own will
By my own red stained palms
Por mi culpa
Por mi culpa
Por mi gran culpa
I do it to myself
When if ever will I stop
I know your not there but if you can see me, I would pray you give me mercy. Will you think of me, care for me, change for me. Am I not worth saving anymore, have I doomed myself to damnation.
I don’t even know why I continue to pray anymore, I keep showing up for services in hopes of something else but if god is real I know he forgot about me and it’s all my fault.
Please god, come back to me. Take care of me. Remember me.
Amen
Sigue siendo mía XP
Old piece :}