cosmiicbear:

I have been through many friends. One would think id be used to this by now, but its never easy losing another one - its like a piece of me leaves with them.

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halluc1nate:

I find comfort in knowing that people who I’ve cut out of my life are left with this version of me that simply doesn’t exist anymore. The memory and image of me that they have isnt who I am, and I’m happy that it’s that way. I’ve changed and grown and they wont ever get the chance to know the better version of myself that I’ve become during their absence.

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lifeisthefight:

Yes, I know, I am well aware of the fact that I am a highly sensitive person. I am well aware of the pros and cons that go along with being highly sensitive. So stop rolling your eyes and saying, “she’s so sensitive”, implying that I am somehow broken or wrong because of it. Stop treating the way I am like it’s somehow worse for you than it is for me. I am the one who has to live with all of these sensitive thoughts and feelings, I am the one who is easily wounded and quick to tears, I am the one that has to deal with others treating me as less than simply because I feel more deeply than they do. So yes, I know that I am a highly sensitive person, stop trying to use it as a weapon against me.

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iselder-manig:

I feel like people on the internet overdramatise their problems so they sound relatable and I think it does neurodivergent people a disservice and makes us think our problems are normal and so we don’t seek help for them, because after all everyone failed school right?!?! everyone ignores their responsibilities to the point that their bank account gets shut down, right??? doesn’t everyone overreact and end up in a&e being given sedatives to calm down?? 

apparently not ??? 

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me, meeting anyone ever: hi my name is borderline, how can i make you love me

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borderlinedisaster:

Even the good days are exhausting, even the good days are bad. I don’t know why I consider them good days, I guess it sounds better to family to say I had a good day rather than a a tad less than a humongously shit day. Just like how my chest caves in when someone asks how I am and I just say “fine”.

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