Tryingtoremembermyname - Mae - Tumblr Blog

The moment you actually start thinking about suicide again after being okay is so painful

life with bpd is always trying to fill a huge hole in your chest. you spend your life looking for a cure that doesn't really exist

i be in my own head fighting for my life

Prozac Nation (2001).

literally feels like a myth that there are people who don't struggle with basic tasks like getting out of bed or going to the shops or seeing a friend for coffee. how does everything not feel like a painstaking chore for them. how do they have the physical and emotional energy every single day

I have bpd, of course I assume everyone is going to abandon me for no reason.

*experiences symptoms when no one is around to see me* I have got to stop faking for attention

my ultimate fantasy is having a brain that lets me enjoy being alive

there’s something wrong with me.

there’s something wrong with me.

there’s something wrong with me.

there’s something wrong with me.

there’s something wrong with me.

I wish I didn't exist

it’s me. i’m bitches.