Someone needs to either kill me or give me some hardcore drugs because this fucking sucks. I hate this. Im so unhappy. Nothing is fun. Nothings entertaining. I genuinely dont know what to even do about it anymore.
I hate having flaws. I hate being insecure. I know im pretty, I know im good at art, at writing, and many things. But i just cant see it with someone elses eyes. Just my own. This dysorphia, its painful. I just wanna take someone elses eyes, I dont care if its the same emerald green as my own, the same downturned doe eyes, I dont care if its pretty. I just wanna use someone elses for once.
BPD is the only illness where the symptoms get filed under personality. Depression gets sympathy because it's legible. you're sad, you're in bed, people get it. BPD presents as behavior. you text too much, you go cold, you block someone, you're fine then you're not. All of it looks like choices. So everyone concludes it's your temperament, and temperament doesn't get flowers.
they fucking lied bro, they all lied ab my meds. They said an antipsychotic would make me feel good? GOD THEY ONLY DRUG ME UP TO MAKE IT EASIER FOR THEM "oh u r sooo much better on these meds" YEAH BC IM SO DEPRESSED AND FLAT I CANT FUNCTION? THESE MEDS ARENT MEANT TO MAKE ME BETTER, ITS MEANT TO MAKE ME EASIER.
how tf do u guys avoid getting nic tolerance? if i hit it more than three times ill get tolerance immedietly
*paws at you* Can i have a ciggy
*paws at you* Can i have a ciggy
*paws at you* Can i have a ciggy
*paws at you* Can i have a ciggy
*paws at you* Can i have a ciggy
*paws at you* Can i have a ciggy
*paws at you* Can i have a ciggy
*paws at you* Can i have a ciggy
need cigarette
need cigarette
need cigarette
need cigarette
need cigarette
need cigarette
need cigarette
need cigarette




