As someone with bpd, it is inherently selfish. This disorder demands to heard, it demands to be felt. It demands a reaction or your world could end. It's a constant survival mode with unhealthy coping mechanisms piling on and on and sometimes all you can do is fucking watch.
“Finally. So much rage, nothing will ever still.”
— Grey Vild, from “Ain’t nothin’ not,” Chickenhawks & Goldilocks
do you ever feel embarrassed to be in your own skin like please just dont look at me i wish i didnt exist sometimes like i want to disappear because i cannot handle being me
