I associate approval with love. When I don’t get approval for every little thing I do, I don’t feel loved. And then I feel alone. And then I hate myself. And then the sadness takes over and I can’t stand my existence. And it happens over and over again until one day it kills me.
Rather be caught doin drugs than caught cryin lmao
“u okay?” no i just want to feel loved by someone without thinking they’re lying to me
I hate having bpd so fucking much. I hate how I feel the urge to push everyone that loves me away. I hate sitting on the bathroom floor rocking back and forth because I don’t know what to do. I hate being called dramatic because I’m unable to control how I react to everything around me. I hate that people will never understand what it’s truly like be inside my head.