I am really.....a 10 foot cybernetic dromasaur with buck teeth.

I also love cheese and wine.

Because I'm uncreative?

Also...I think you have a shapely ass.

That icon is wicked sketchy

I secretly hate beautiful people.

I'm afraid. Of the future, mostly. Of what will happen to me. That I don't really have a place in this world. And I'm so very tired of not being able to trust anyone. I'm always too busy trying to protect myself. It gets hard, you know, depending on no one but yourself. It's a grand thing to have someone to lean on, to tell your worries to, and have them say it'll be alright, even when it won't. But I've no one to talk to and everything just builds up so heavy inside that I think I might break. I miss having a best friend so much.

I remember dreaming of you. The first time I did, I woke up with a feeling of wonderment. But mostly love.

And I still do.

I think I have BPD.

sorry this has nothing to do with your post,
I was wondering if you were still looking for a room for the summer?
-linda

I tried to post something last time. I forget now what.

I keep trying to believe in a God because I'm not sure what else to do. Occasionally, briefly, it works.

Also, I'm in love with... nothing I can find. Do I wish I were in love?

I slept in the same bed as one of my best friends who I'm sort of in love with her and I had sex dreams about her and when I woke up I was scared that she knew.

i feel like i am loosing an imarginary battle. I haven't been comforatble in my own skin since forenver. i want it to end. i do.

I can't tell if this world is real- I don't knwo if my friends are really my friends, and whenever someone touches me i want to carve that place to peices.

I secretly hate it when my friends or best friends have boyfriends/girlfriends.

I am jealous when my friends win something.

I kill people in my head. Like, butcher them to beyond recognition. . .and I absolutely love listening to them scream.

I let people use and walk all over me, and never say anything to them. I talk about them to my other friends and imagine conversations in my head where I would tell them off.

I imagine almost every day different ways that I could die and what it would be like.

I am afraid of being alone. That no one will love me. That no one will want to marry me or go out with me or kiss me. I fear that no one will want to have sex with me because they find me so unattractive, even though my friends and such tell me otherwise.

My stepfather molested me for about a year when I was little. And I finally told my mom but she didn't leave him. And I had to live with him with these horrible memories always in the back of my mind until I was done highschool. Then I moved out.

Sometimes i get confused and can't tell between reality and non-reality. Like I'll get in the car and go on the road, and sometimes if there are no other cars, i forget what side of the road I should be on. Also, I occasionally catch my reflection looking me in the eye, but then I realize it kinda has no choice...

I cut myself. I have so many scars all over my legs and arms that it is hard to find a spot that isn't scarred.
I have been hospitalised more times than I care to admit.
I want to be free and hate it when people label me without knowing me.

You seem really cool and helpful.

I'm a bit scared.
I think that I may lose it. I don't need another dissociative episode :(

I have been traumatized all throughout my life.
Of course no one believes me. I suffer so. I'm okay at the moment, but it may change. The chemicals in my brain are very unbalanced, so unbalanced that's it's almost natural, natural in the sense that it's seems that I'm supposed to live, suffer, and die this way.
I need a life. Not this life, but a beautiful one.

I wonder how he feels about me. I know how I feel about him. He's probably grouped me with his groupie bitches :/.