I never realized this is what its like to experience the asian drunk blush. I don't know if its better for me to mentally enjoy my illnesses raw. I mean it's better than my money suffering.
Everything is all the same. I don't remember my mother and grandma ever loving me properly. As a last resort I would pull a Kim Dokja and end my life in front of them if I did honestly. That sure is a way to traumatize the ones who traumatized you back.
Meh i'll put the your core representation somehow in my stories where people are constantly confused at what I'm writing. I never had anyone loved me like you do. ORV saved me because it was about three people being lonely and all of them surviving together. Never once in my god damn 19 years of fucking loneliness Hell did I finally feel seen by it.
I started reading the side stories and decided to become a writer myself. I'm already a blogger anyways. I don't have a good support system. The one who I loved the most was you. It's unhealthy because every f**king time I get hope that they can help me.
They just abandon me. Like im some f**king piece of trash. I ended up writing go leap over the god damn traumas like they're trash.
BPD was caused due childhood trauma. Shit with my abusive father and medical trauma, no wonder my brain is like this. I might as well become a doctor because I am the patient that needs saving.
I might as well tell everyone to move aside at times. It's better to do whatever you want and to not let the fear consume you is what I ended up learning by following in Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk's footsteps. I got called a scammer and that sh*t hurted. It's not like I had any proper friends or anything either.
No wonder I was so god damn sucidial. Everyone just leaves me to die like I'm a pile piece of garbage. I started beating people up on reddit and recorded their stories just to see if I could win. This is how you survive a dicatorship.