I wish that I could speak to you. I wish that you would come back to me and make everything make sense again. I had everything I had ever wanted. I was beyond happy. I was whole. We found our way back to each other over a decade later, in such a remote town, on
I had with you in it. Sometimes you tried to be nice. Most of the time you were distant and bored. Sometimes we need dreams to tell us what we know. Related Post Affair I have no reason to think the way I do How did I get here?
— A message to my mother from my 14 year old self, describing the events that have occurred while of living with my mother. Am currently struggling with severe BPD. Wishing the best of luck to those who are going through/have gone through what I have. It is damaging. *trigger warning* “Thanks Mom”. I can’t
I know you’re past me. I mean I could have guessed it a year later when you made it clear I was a pest and “wouldn’t leave you alone” like okay I had a lot of feelings for you and I’m sorry to myself for thinking you would care. I hear these stupid stories of
you’re the best way I know to escape the extra ordinary… Related Post I keep telling myself you’re dead Hurt. Love