Darkness, she is my lover; my horrid friend. She comes to me when I'm alone and wraps me in her cold embrace. She cries with me; but it's all just a mirror. Her lips well as she presses them against mine. Ice pierces my soul as I lay in her satin sheets. Something within me... Continue Reading →
In high school there was something that really bothered me a lot, it was the concept of love and why some people would reply 'you must be blind' when you told them 'you're beautiful'; but I soon realised that half our insecurites weren't our truth, it was a truth people had built for us. It's... Continue Reading →
For as long as I can remember I had a monster growing at the edge of my life, he towered over my self-esteem and beat me down everytime I tried to tell the truth about who I was. Crazy thing is that monster still exists but every day his spine grows weaker, as I grow... Continue Reading →
Despite how similar you are to someone else or how much your opinion mimics theirs, there will almost always be a disagreement somewhere down the line, whether that's to do with personality differences or experiences.
I don’t know why I get depressed it just happens and that might frustrate people just like it frustrates me sometimes. But I’m thankful that I don’t have to go through any of it alone...
Our digital world is constantly advancing and promising us utopian style entertainment and enterprises. We pay a small fee and get exactly what we want, isn't that nice? It is until you need to eat, pay for power, pay for rent, and pay for phone and internet bills.
If I've met the same variety of people along the scale of manipulation, with and without BPD... why do we still persist with the belief that BPD = manipulative?