slow it down
A golden rule of BPD came to me from none other than sonic the hedgehog... "Never trust how you feel about your life after 9 pm..."
Unfortunately that's where I find most of my time for myself nowadays.
You still hold my bed together... Literally it's held together with your ratchet straps. We always talked about fixing it. A tightly woven barrier like a ritual circle, the canopy of my comfort has a threshold of standards and nylon...
Sometimes I hope all the delusional poison that fills my feed lately would come true. It'd feel like justice...
My body is hopelessly sore. Pokemon has been keeping me up too late. I keep thinking about that first time we locked eyes after a month and a half of drip fed smalltalk. For the first time I really couldn't read you. Maybe your walls are too high, maybe the truth has made a raging storm in the back of your skull, maybe there's nothing there anymore...
Patience Day, you've come so far... Patience, Harper... This is worth more to you than sabotage.