I wish I wasn’t so cold. I wish I didn’t feel repulsion when someone laid their hands or their love all over me. I want to accept affection without panic. I wish love didn’t make me feel like an alien. I want love to be something other than a foreign concept experienced by others with acceptance and through my eyes, and soul, with disgust.

-M.L.S  (Alias)

Listening to Peggy Lee (Black Coffee currently), reading poetry by Sylvia Plath, and drinking an iced coffee, how close am I to being me?

I almost gave some context about my life and then remembered you’re all here for the sad ass bitch jokes

It just doesn’t seem right does it? How, we spend our whole lives trying to be both seen and unseen in equal amounts. How we want to be both loved and left alone. I have a perfect illusion of someone who can both love me and leave me alone. I’ve made them up so far that no one even exists that could fit that perfection anymore, yet they could exist in anyone and do exist in everyone. Even me.- M.L. *

*Margot Here*

I have BPD and lately I’ve just been on such a kick to transform into who I actually want to be. So, I’m wasting away on iced coffee and indie tunes. I’m pretending to be a version of me that everyone wants to see on the outside, but on the inside I am really me. I am Margot. I saw someone whose name was Margot and I thought she’s me on the outside, perhaps she’s me on the inside too. 

*Taps the roof of my brain* Lemme just tell ya boys… you have no clue how much insanity this baby can hold !

Doctor he needs fucked up creature surgery now or he will die

So, i created a Twitter starkraving337

So apparently people don’t always analyze every emotion that they and others are having....

News to me....

That BPD feel when you obtain a new Alias and Blog