Im so delulu. I’m stuck feeling like I’m living in a dream of some kind. Like I’m just a stumbling energy of some kind clunking around and into things at times. I literally forget people can see me sometimes.
And other times I feel like a young god.
I hope he misses me.
Idk if thats a bpd or a me thing
I don't want life to end. I want my disorder to end. But it never will.
oh I’ve stopped. I’ve realised how nasty you are. Selfish, rude, self absorbed lowkey kinda ugly, undisciplined loser. Enjoy your life. So glad I’m free from you.
At this point being in love with you has become a part of my personality. So what’ll happen if I stop?
I hate how obsessive I get. It isn’t normal, it isn’t healthy. And it does me more harm than good. You’d think though, really, that being obsessed would make someone flattered. Apparently not.
I thought I felt this way because I miss you but I probably just have a disorder. Maybe it’s both.
(Source: @mysillycomics! I got this off Instagram so I didn’t know it cropped the artist credit out!)
every time I decide I’m done with you, for some godforsaken reason, I dream about you the same night
guilt eats away at my flesh. it settles in my bones. it lives within my chest.
To avoid the sick feeling I get from talking to people about my feelings I am vomiting them out here, enjoy.
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