I think I’ve prolly become a worse person in the past 3 years but everyone used to step all over me so I think I need to find a balance between being a pussy and being an asshole wait don’t Dey call dat da gooch.
I can't feel anything off these pills and when I finally catch a break on Friday I am going to come down in a whirl of regret. But hey. We do what the fuck we do.
Why does everything happen to me all at once? I wish things would spread out a little so I could deal with them all carefully but they all hit me at the same time like a freight train.
my autistic ass answer to my friend asking if I wanna do drugs for a rave last night… I was imagining a friendly white woman who enjoys hiking and raves
Diversity of thought around bpd on Twitter is remarkable:
“It’s not treatable psychologists recommend assisted suicide”
“It’s the most treatable personality disorder they just don’t want to get better”
“They all need to die”