
huntermellow
another bpd death statistic
- Aug 6, 2024
- 151
i seriously fucking hate when people tell me that things will get better or that i have people that care about me cos none of that is fucking true. if i had people that cared about me then i wouldn't have lost every single person i loved. if things were able to get better then i wouldn't be in the same fucking place every year. no one irl gets it. they have no fucking clue what it's like to have literally no one. they have no idea what it's like for nothing to ever work out and for things to constantly come crashing down when you finally have something good in your life. i don't want things to get better. i don't want help. what good would 'help' do for me right now?? how will taking medication or talking to some random fucking person that doesn't actually give a fuck about me and my problems and is only in it for a paycheck help me in any fucking way?? it won't change the past or who i am or everything that's gone wrong. i can't learn to live with everything that's happened or learn to accept it. i don't want to be me anymore. i can't live with myself knowing all the bad things that have happened to me i'm sick of living. i'm sick of everything going wrong and people hating me. i just want to disappear forever and find peace in death