Tag Archives: love
A Thousand Times Already
Fi’s birthday is coming up. Two years ago I went on a date with someone really special. It got messed up because he couldn’t be honest. Occasionally he pops into my brain and I miss what we had, even if … Continue reading
A Crazy Update
It’s been a while. It all looks a bit different. I thought it was about time I dipped my toe back in. I’m still me, and by that I mean I’m still crazy. There are still triggers and flashbacks, there … Continue reading
In My Room
Let me take you to a place that I know. It’s a place where I can just be, a blank canvas where my mind rests, where I can reach out to you in the only way I know how. There … Continue reading
Hello Sailor Swallow – Free To Good Home
Blah, my birthday is coming up soon. I did the whole explanation last year of why I don’t get birthdays (actually, checking back on my whole “Hello Sailor Contemplates Birthdays” post, it was exactly a year ago today I wrote … Continue reading
Aftermath of the Aftermath
I’m good at being quiet, and I think that was always my problem. I know I’m Borderline, I know the sub-types have a code, but I can’t remember what mine is. It’s the “Quiet” variety, I know that much, because … Continue reading
Shampoo
*Trigger warning* I am to write like there is no one listening. Let the words spill onto the pages. No mopping up of bad language or profanities or thoughts that will offend, because there are things that need to be said … Continue reading
Errors like straws upon the surface flow: Who would search for pearls must dive below
I’m sorry I suck so much at everything at the moment. Yes, it matters. I miss every one of you, but I’m finding it difficult to juggle blogging and working and painting and being mental. In my head there is a … Continue reading
What Brings Us Together; What Keeps Us Apart
Yesterday I wrote about my struggle with friendships in the real world, but there are people here that I feel safe with. Whether it is because each of you is far away, it somehow makes it easier. I don’t know, the … Continue reading
Fairweather
I struggle with friendships. Maybe it’s me, or the BPD or the all or nothing thinking or the fact that sometimes I don’t feel human or even that I fear abandonment. I just struggle. Simple as that. But that isn’t the … Continue reading
Hopeless Romantic
I have odd fantasies. Wait, that sounds really bad. I day-dream a lot. When I day-dream I get carried away. It might be a borderline thing, I’m sure I read that somewhere, borderlines are more likely to fantasize about things … Continue reading