. . . simply bpd ➶

tell me about despair, yours, and i will tell you mine.
meanwhile the world goes on.

but the thing is, even if i could go back, i wouldn't belong there anymore

your arms feel more like home than any house ever did

i can't be a giver anymore. i want to be loved‚ nourished‚ taken care of‚ spoiled and prioritized. not just by words‚ by actions too.

should the day ever come that we are not together, you will continue to shine like gold in my memories.

you hurt. it's okay. i hurt too. hold my hand.

That’s because… she isn’t someone… who asks for the moon.

but i know, i know, i know the rules

Maybe you're out to find love, maybe you lost who you was
Maybe you're just like me and feel the need to stay in your rut
'Cause if you left it, you might feel like you're no longer you

It's sad how someone can go from being the reason you wake up smiling, to the reason you cry yourself to sleep.

so tell me the sunrise will come again, tell me the earth will let me find the end

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.

“Do you still love me?”
“Yes. I never stopped loving you and every time I see you or even think about you, it kills me. I don’t want to be with someone else. I don’t want you to be with someone else.”

i want you to stay here， forever. if you ever need help， just tell me. i may not be graceful... but i'll be there to protect you.

It feels like everyone else is moving on with their lives while i am stuck here, in this hole that i can’t climb out of.

why do fictional woman's sadness or conflict have to do with romantic love? can't a woman have an existential crisis all by herself?

'i wish i were dead so you would think of me'
'i'd think of you even less'

everyone thinks they can help me, but they can't. they're better off without me. i made my choices and i'll deal with the consequences because they belong to me.

do you love me enough that i may be weak with you? everyone loves strength， but do you love me for my weakness? that is the real test. do you love me stripped of everything that might be lost， for only the things i will have forever?

We...swore to each other, didn't we?

but i can't change that and i can't change your mood.

if you knew everything, i know you'd try to save me.

im telling trivial lies because i want you to look at me