. . . simply bpd ➶

can you understand? not having a dream... not being needed by anyone... the pain of merely being alive.

It’s not long before you won’t need me anymore, you know?

I'm not totally mad at you. I'm just a little sad, or something.

i loved you and i believed you loved me too.

How come I always break my promises to you?

just tell me if you can't hold on any longer.

Every time that I tried to be the heartless one -- that one corner of my heart screamed 'It's not you, It's not you'

it seems so strange that i love him with this blue heart of mine.

Sometimes, when I wake up, it’s like you are still here. But then a few moments later, I remember. I think I will keep dreaming, forever.

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the small animal of your body love what it loves.

this isn't a brave face， this isn't a brave face. this is a mask.

i am really only myself when i'm somebody else whom i have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination

i wish you liked me enough to do something about it

and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees

i can't abandon the person i used to be, so i carry her.

please use me like a drug. let me be my worst nightmare for you.

too much! too much is wrong with me. that’s the problem isn’t it? too much is wrong with me, and you can’t do anything about that. you can’t change it. you can’t fix me. because i’m not broken, i don’t need to be fixed.

He needed to see him look aside with guilt, to realize what he’d thrown away, and eventually long to come back to.

I didn’t even realize that! It’s funny! I assumed that I was loved, that I was having a fun life here with all my friends! All of that was just my own misunderstanding!

i love you. ( i want to save you. )

I hope you're happy

i loved you like a dog. i would have followed you to my own grave and still have been unsuspecting when i saw my name on the headstone.

let me happen to you

too much! too much is wrong with me. that’s the problem isn’t it? too much is wrong with me, and you can’t do anything about that. you can’t change it. you can’t fix me. because i’m not broken, i don’t need to be fixed.

If this is who I am, then I don't want to be me anymore.

I hope you're happy

And I know no one will save me
I just need someone to kiss
Give me one good honest kiss
And I'll be alright

i tried to be good.
am i no good?

People with BPD are like people with third-degree burns over 90% of their bodies. Lacking emotional skin, they feel agony at the slightest touch or movement.

now the mask slips off. now you see me in all my horrible glory.