For the most part, I don’t give a fuck about self-diagnoses. In many cases, it’s great when people can identify problematic patterns, behaviors, and disordered thinking and seek help for them.
But if you’re going to diagnose yourself with BPD, don’t. 9/10 times, you have no clue what you’re talking about.
I wish I lost weight as quickly as I lose sanity lololol
My eyes feel practically swollen shut from crying, and everything is exhausting. I don’t feel like being a person today.
I can’t breathe, I can’t focus, and I can only think catastrophically right now.
I just want to turn the world off for awhile.
It’s fun when your parents claim not to stigmatize you or your mental health, but say your choice to go back to the school you transferred from is a sign of you being “unstable.”
Why do non eating-disordered people insist on flaunting their disordered eating habits? Like is that supposed to be cute or?
If I haven’t killed myself by the time I’m 30, I’ll probably still be fucking around, hooking up with randoms, getting into casual and toxic fwb situations, and judged by all of my peers, while still pining for S.
That’s a terrifying thought.