I feel empty and lonely, sometimes like I don’t exist at all, and saying my name feels like a lie because I know there’s nothing inside. I play roles, try to be who I’m “supposed” to be, and I’m good at being anyone but me. I fill in the space with what’s appropriate—my goals, careers, values, it’s all based on the situation. I want to feel something, anything other than nothing. I go from okay to suicidal in an instant and don’t even know why. But one constant is a sense of worthlessness that spills over into a desperate need for self-destruction.
— Anonymous client about Borderline (via angel-obscura)
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