u/FluffleLaWaffle

I hear this and trust me I hate myself and can say worse things about myself than anyone could and would say about me!

Remember though, you are brave and kind.
The love you give to others..
Will be better spent on yourself.

We all made mistakes, that leads to experiences in which we can learn and grow from.

You are all amazing people…
you all made mistakes -
You all hated yourself and give yourself a hard time.

There is always a new dawn, a new day and the feelings shall pass.
You may feel like shit, you may want to scream into the void and feel like you have no voice.

But you do have a mouth, you can scream and you can cry. It’s okay if you do.

Give yourself the same credence you give others. Love yourself and move on.

Life is so fucking hard and everything in life wants to kick you down? True strength comes from being bruised and battered and yet you still stick it to them.

Kick and scream.

stand up again and move on.

You are so much stronger and braver than you give yourself credit for.

Tempus fugit volat umbra.

Build your houses on mount Vesuvius.

Live the best life and fuck everyone else.

Just as my title reads..

Lets those even of different values lie, regardless if you disagree with them or not.

I saw trolling towards on a milk man live stream : he got heated but I tried to calm him down. Calling out frantic driving at 5am is not going to help!
I don’t know the person, so much though it put others in danger. But you all caused it!

Even if I disagree with their ideals or views;
pissing someone off while being 60 years old and delivering milk serves no purpose.

Trolling causes you to not heed the words but revel in the opposite and be repulsed by what is said.

If you gaslight and fuck with someone for the laugh then fuck off back to 4chan.

You are harming more then the person you think you are trolling!

Someone delivering a service and yes at such an age should be commended even if they don’t align with your views..

don’t cause crashes.

Freedom of speech,
doesn’t make it freedom from consequence.

Let it lie and make sure everyone is safe.

Fuck I am a socialist, anti-Zionist and pro immigration but fuck me, you cause most of the damage.

Shut the fuck up.

You know I will always love you and care.

I think of you often and although life goes on and things change, those who made an impact on us stay even in different forms.
Even in the brief moment of our parting..
you come into my mind every now and again.

“Is she safe? I wonder if she is happy”

“Has she archived her goals? Has she passed that driving test? Manage to get a job she enjoys??”

“Has she found a place to call her own and has she found someone? I hope he is good to her.“

I never believe in perfection or true love you know this..
however those who touched our hearts and made an impact on us in one way or another stay, even in transformed or of a different shape.

I can move on but it hurts right now, I know in future I may find happiness again.
I hold you in my heart as a woman who stayed and helped me become the man I am even if after everything ..
I trod on the road of self-improvement..
Even as I venture forth to the path of self-awareness and self-love.

I can be happy in time, find another person who touched my heart and soul like you once did.

however love can change from one form to another.

You never seem to ever leave my mind…

It’s a gnawing and hollow feeling that leaves an empty space in which you once stood - only a mist in the wind, an echo and a memory.
But even the phantom thoughts make me smile.

I will never forget you.

I hope in time we can reconnect and if not..
your ghost is welcome to keep my heart company as I move on through life.

With sincerity and many thanks,

A

Like my brother made a post saying how you’re such a great dad but you fucking have him blindsided!
You fucked me up mentally as a kid with your hot and cold tactics - either you were angry and lashed out or you were distant, closed off and uninterested!
Oh but after years of this, you got anger therapy and now your a fucking saint? Piss off.

When I was 17 you fucking kicked me out because your miserable wife- pure personification of an evil stepmother(who probably wears your balls for earrings) asked it was either her or me and you fucking chose that whiney manipulative bitch over your own son!
Family was like “oh he doesn’t want a failed relationship and marriage” but kicking me out? And you expect
“I love you, dad” cards?! Piss off!

No wonder my mam decided to be herself and actually only date women now!

You’re doing it again! Finally got the judge to sign off on papers and force my mam to sell the house because you are a greedy cunt and don’t care if mam or her girlfriend or even my brother or I end up homeless!
Sure they can find a place to rent or put a morgage down on a smaller house but no room for me, guess you still don’t care if your actions put me on the streets..AGAIN!

I am saving to move up North, but when I do I never want to see your fucking face again.

Ps. If I am unfortunate enough to see you at a family event..
I will be cordially but not sincerely, put on a mask and shake your hand but fuck it thats for my siblings and my family, not because you deserve it!

Never in my loneliest of loneliness
Have I felt such isolation..

Like the weeping of the elm
In this dark forsaken realm,

Weeping as they flow;
Onto the woeful waters below

Weeping as they pour,
Onto the tormented twilight shore,

Endless tears from the fountain
Dropping from the highest mountain

That descended unto the sea
That parted you and me

Tempus Fugit Volat Umbra

Always wanted a tattoo of that on my arm.

I think I will now.

It has us all in its grasp.

A shadow coving the strands of time,
Fleeing like grains of sand..
flowing like dust in our hand.
Wishing we could amend.

But I don’t think we can.

Reflection is for mirrors.
Reflection is a self-discovery that comes from a car crash that hardly lasts but is perpetual.

The past is like shards of glass shattered from fragmented memories; most cut and cut deep.

Patriotism where the vicious dwell
Marched in the bestial band,
They followed the knelling of the bell
To free our native land,
They were of brotherhood
That marched on Connelly's command.

"We serve no king nor Kiaser"
I heard the men say,
But is there no act no wiser
Then giving life's blood to pay?
Bravely they fought and died
Their life's blood now paid.

It was foolish a fool can be
For McDonagh and McBride,
To fight a fight with hate
And fight with guns and pride,
Stubborn as they were foolish
They went, fought and died.

What of the tainted youth
That went, fought and waned?
This was all for not;
Youth lost but freedom gained.

What of the tarnished youth
That went and died so young?
They were fed deluded lies;
By the tip of Pearce's tongue,
They too went, fought and died
Before their life's begun.

Who now will drive the starry-plough
And till the dismal land?
Who will feed the humble cow
With weak and nimble hands?
Since countless men fought and died
And went to take wolfetone's hand.

What of the tainted youth
That went, fought and waned?
This was all for not;
Youth lost but freedom gained.

Trigger warning - abuse, poor mental health professionals and self worth.

hear a lot of BPD women but I’m a 28M so kinda not sure.

Right I am new to this and haven’t been officially diagnosed, like in my country mental health is abysmal and I remember going to the Children and Adolescent Mental Health service (CAMHS) since the age of six for learning difficulties and I got diagnosed with dyslexia and was told at 12 after years of pent up lashing out of my dad, my therapist asked if am gay or lgbt and that is why I’m so angry? Turns out to be kinda true but bad method or way of asking a kid.

Anyway I have separation anxiety and put more into relationships (plutonic or romantic or familial) that I dont know how to live or love myself. I hate myself and have repeat bad experiences with relationships besides my current ex.

(One I met online at 15, they were an adult and made me break skin and in blood spell their nickname ‘solo’ on my penis, another threatened suicide if I go to my mams and beat me up for trying no meat Mondays but my Gran made me a fry up and he stared a hole into me and when I left he pulled me down and kicked me in the ribs)

I feel I love so much it hurts and bec omes hurt when I see what seems to be rejection or if someone leaves a gap within conversation.

I also want to mention I’m on the spectrum, so Autistic Spectrum Disorder makes it kinda hard to read people and the polarising shifts make it even more isolating and unbearable.

Is there any links, research or advice you can share so I can learn more of myself, of how to develop healthier methods and becoming a person who can love myself and have a healthy relationship with others .

Is there any links, research or advice you can share so I can learn more of myself, of how to develop healthier methods and becoming a person who can love myself and have a healthy relationship with others .

I am no way asking if I have BPD or if someone can give an armchair diagnosis (as the rules of the subreddit state) just if there is advice or workbooks or papers on or similar circumstances or if I can find support.