im a rather fucked up human. my mind is terminally ill; BPD and some other stuff. everyday is more confusing. i dont even know why the only thing i want in life is to die. but that is the only thing i want. im functioning. or rather my shell is, meanwhile my emotions rule us with no control on my end to the point of being different personalities in moods. everything is pointless, nobody can change our mind on that. i understand some things on a incredible level, but cant force thoughts to work through everyday issues. the battles ive fought with myself and those […]
whats on my mind is death. an overwhelming want for and pull towards it. i have no joy in life because there is no joy in life. everything is a lie. there is nobody i can trust, not even myself. i question my sanity almost daily at this point. i can feel it. the end is near.