On the Border Blog

24 year old girl, current college grad, Aiming to work in social psychology. Did I mention I can be a tad uncensored, hedonistic, and have been diagnosed with BPD & Bipolar type II?

Is the reason we butt heads because I try to see and reflect off of you what I think you want to see… But you are a blank page just like me playing the same mirror game.

I’ve…I’ve always dreamed of getting my body back! But…not now. I won’t be able to fight with that body! …Sorry. I’ll come again. Hang in there a little longer! I’ll definitely come again! I swear! It’s a promise!

How symbolic. And fitting.

(Source: jmihelic, via blueeyeddiscord)

I think my mom lied to me again. She said dad’s tumor shrunk for the first time a few weeks back when they looked at the MRI. So did dad. I mentioned it today and dad said it didn’t shrink, just stayed the same. Then mom said,”yes it did, remember the doctor said so”.

I don’t know what to believe. Even if mom and dad say they aren’t lying, I have no clue to what extent they would go to protect me. I have been a wreck since finding out dad is dying,l. I’m closest to him in this world. Would they lie to me again, to try to put back together the pieces of their daughter?

I don’t want my father to die of cancer.


it just makes you feel so awful when someone you absolutely adore thinks so poorly of themself like all you want is for them to understand how much they mean to you and how wonderful you think they are but nothing works

(Source: inngenue, via taylurhh)

I’m angry and I’m sad and I don’t know why or what to do


Broma : Mortal Kombat en el Ascensor. 

You said you were scared of me turning into a pothead. I told you I wasn’t. I’m not, I dont associate with the culture and I hate everything about what a pothead entails. It’s more complicated than that.

The truth is I smoke almost every night because it’s the only way I know how to cope with how much I hate my life. How dissatisfied I feel, lacking purpose and completely alone with my thoughts each night.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

Anais Nin (via psych-facts)