Reblogged
what bpd feels like
- being alone in the dark
- you don’t fit it anywhere. anywhere.
- you don’t know anymore what your true identity is
- every time you feel bad, it’s the worst you’ve ever been. there’s no hope.
- every time you feel good, you don’t get why you ever felt bad. you can do anything.
- you either speak too little or too much.
- you’re either too impulsive and wild or too calm and boring.
- whenever you say something, it always turns out wrong. you never know what’s the right thing to say.
- if you love someone, you love like crazy. you’d literally die for them, and i’m not kidding.
- if someone you care about and love says something that feels slightly off or doesn’t respond to your messages for a while, that’s it. they hate you. they never needed you. you’re trash and a waste of space.
- when you hate someone, you hate hard. you split like crazy and afterwards hate yourself even more for it.
- you feel like you’re always selfish and manipulative and talk about yourself too much.
- you barely have control over your emotions. they hit you like a tsunami every time, leaving you drained.
- you have impulses to self harm or do things that you know are blatantly stupid.
- every day you want to die.
- you’re pretty sure your friends are tired of you and your problems.
- if you don’t let your anger out, it builds up in you and messes up your mind even more.
- you have hard time making decisions.
- you feel like you’re not worth shit because of the way you are.
- you feel like everyone’s just lying to you because they don’t wanna be rude to you, but they all actually secretly hate you.
- you don’t know yourself anymore. every day you have a different personality.
- you’re actually scared of yourself and what you might do.
- you just want to love others and be loved, but it seems impossible.
- you hate having bpd.
- YOU HATE HAVING BPD.
