I'm sick of getting angry at people I love for stupid reasons. I'm sick of not being able to control my rage . I'm sick of being fucking angry all the time. I'm sick of feeling like I want the world to burn. I'm sick of the demon that lies in wait inside of me. I'm sick of being alone because I flee the people I love. I'm so fucking tired of hurting them . I'm so sick of myself. I'm so sick of my life.  I'm so fucking sick of being sick....


It's not me , I know it's not. I've been in therapy for 3 years now , I know I can be better....I just can't believe it , I can't fucking visualize it , I can't see myself becoming any better  it frustrates me so sooooo much....

but in the end 'm just a little boy crying in a dark corner with monsters keeping guard ; preventing anyone from touching me 

Fuck bpd man.....i wish I was normal......I miss my mom