I’m not even sure how to explain this or if it’s even a bpd thing but sometimes (a lot lately) I just feel so small compared to everything going on in the world. I feel like I’m missing something great that’s happening somewhere else but I’m here stuck in my house depressed. It’s such an intense and unbearable feeling like I want to crawl out of my skin. Or like that feeling when you’re underwater and about to make it back up to the top and you can feel yourself running out of air, but you never break the surface. I feel so stuck in my god damn head I want to feel alive so badly but I slip away more each day.