Along With Bpd, Is Unreal In Another Dimension

It's so much easier to push people away. I don't want to feel anything. I want to turn off my emotions and self destruct. I refuse to feel grief or any strong emotion that I just don't want to feel. I'd rather not think about any of those emotions and just keep trying to destroy myself. I can't cope with real life. I'd rather make them hate me. My brain is telling me to push them away. And I can't stop it.

Anger bursts inside of me as fire crackers under the moonlight, with a cackle first and then a battle cry.

my mind often contradicts the heart

it says, no more.

today, the heart begs,

I will live for the both of us.

Trying to not to be afraid of this energy. One of the days when I feel sorry for myself. Sigh.

Too many insights. Too many realizations. Long way to go. Sit tight. 🫠

My name is written in agony and love that consumes me.

Lo and Behold, the Low is here!

And so am I. Hihi.

Sigh.

I just read “each time you open a book and read, a tree smiles knowing there's life after death”and OH MY GOD