bpd-death
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the mind is such a complex place this side blog is an insight into mine // just a pile of mental illnesses trying to cope as a human
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I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.
— Vincent van Gogh, in a letter to his sister
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I’m special but i’m no one. I’m the best but i’m also the worst person in the world. I’m obsessed with myself and i can’t stand myself. I deserve everything and i deserve to die. Everyone should be in love with me but i can’t imagine how someone could actually love me.
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tired of your boring old regular depression? try DOUBLE DEPRESSION
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If I don’t recieve validation every 24 hours I turn back into a pile of dust
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me when i'm with other people: i am loved 😌
as soon as i'm alone: but am i 😰
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