Dear, BPD ( BK 3 DEAR READER SERIES)
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"I'm not asking to be saved. I'm just asking you not to leave when I drown."
She doesn't write love letters.
She writes survival notes - to something she can't see, but feels every second of the day.
No one knows the war happening in her chest.
The screaming silence after someone pulls away.
The way she spirals just from being ignored.
The way she can't tell if she's falling in love or falling apart - or if it's both.
This isn't her healing journey.
It's her journal.
One hundred entries. One hundred heartbreaks. One girl trying to understand herself through the only thing that ever truly stayed - the chaos inside her.
If you've ever been told you're too much, too emotional, too dramatic...
This book is for you.
If you've ever begged someone not to go, even when you swore you didn't care...
This book is you.
These pages aren't pretty. But they're honest. And sometimes that's what hurts the most.
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