I don't know if I can ever truly love someone in any sense of the way. I can say "I love you" to people that are close to me, but the words feel hollow and distant, lacking a true significance. I've lost those that were close to me, yet it felt as if I was already detached from what should have been felt. I'm not sure if my bpd causes me to feel emotional and affective detachment from people I care about as a way to cope with the fear of abandonment. I know that I'm capable of expressing and feeling love. After all, I've gotten my heart broken many times, yet I keep the pieces together and continue to care for those close to me. Furthermore, I am affectionate with a select few that hold a special place in my heart.
I am ok with being alone, it's just the loneliness that I cannot stand.
I may be damaged, but I'm not broken.
I am a whole, not a fraction.
June 21st, 2019
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In My Head
Non-FictionJust a place where I let the thoughts, ideas, tragedies, events and possibilities that thrive within me and the experiences I've lived be voiced and bear a place where others may understand them. •lower-case "i" intended •Cover made by me *Warning:...
