BPD is exposing yourself to triggering content knowing how it will make you feel, then wallowing when the feelings come and swallow you whole. Self-sabotage, my peeps. Self-sabotage.
Same.
I keep finding myself missing those fresh streaks of scarlet lining my arms, feeling the warmth as I watch my blood ooze from my skin. I miss the healing cuts that turn different shades of red, brown, and purple. I miss the roughness of the scabs catching the fabric of my shirts, the twinge of pain that accompanied it. The soreness the day after a relapse, the sting when I wash them in the shower. The itch when the scabs start falling off showing the fresh new scars underneath.
I miss it, and yet I hate it. I hate it so much. I’m disgusting.
And here I am crying 😃✨
biggest lie i ever told myself was that it’ll get better
really fucking hate the life that ive made for myself
Frrrrr
me at literally any minor inconvenience…
me: i want to kill myself
best friend: wtf?! why??
me: i spilled milk
best friend:…so clean it?
me: no, you don’t understand…i must die now
Could never relate more
21.05.2019 06.34
We’re supposed to be each other first thought in the morning, but mine is blood and yours is death.
Faxx 😭
Nobody:
My brain: …you should just go kill yourself it would make everything so much better