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bpddddd · 26 days
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BPD culture is literally everyone has someone they'd pick over me. I'm everyone's second choice, people only want me around when they're can't be around the person they actually want.
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bpddddd · 6 months
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bpddddd · 6 months
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i dont think im meant to be here
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bpddddd · 6 months
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everything got so bad so fast
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bpddddd · 1 year
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bpddddd · 1 year
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bpd logic: if i’m not at the top of your list i don’t need to be on your list at all :)
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bpddddd · 1 year
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ppl be like “i’d never do u like that” then do u worse
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bpddddd · 1 year
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You’re not as innocent as you think you are.
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bpddddd · 1 year
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You can’t flex on me because I’ll be happy for you. We are not the same.
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bpddddd · 1 year
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isn’t it sad how the people who traumatized us and bullied us can live perfect lives without thinking twice about what they did
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bpddddd · 1 year
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i wish people understood that i don’t want to lose control i don’t want to split i don’t want to live my life constantly having to think “am i overreacting or is this a normal reaction?” i don’t want to feel guilty for experiencing/feeling emotions but instead i get met with “you’re doing this on purpose” “you can control how you react” etc and it’s like no im not doing it on purpose and when i can control it i do but no one ever understands how much effort goes into trying to control a reactionary emotion and trying to put logic first
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bpddddd · 1 year
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i am just an unhealed wound that is constantly being picked open again
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bpddddd · 2 years
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bpddddd · 2 years
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bpddddd · 2 years
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why does love feel like pain, and pain feels like love?
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bpddddd · 2 years
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a lot of people describe bpd as chronic emptiness and like i get it but i swear to god the best way i can describe it is that i am absolutely starving. for everything. love, affection, knowledge, passion, creativity. nothing is ever enough, i have never been satisfied. i will spend the rest of my life always wanting more. i am insatiable. it’s exhausting.
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bpddddd · 2 years
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