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Being a chaotic mess.
Why do you keep existing
if not to cause pain?

אָמַר: אֵין הַדָּבָר תָּלוּי אֶלָּא בִּי.

הִנִּיחַ רֹאשׁוֹ בֵּין בִּרְכָּיו וְגָעָה בִּבְכִיָּה עַד שֶׁיָּצְתָה נִשְׁמָתוֹ.

יָצְאָה בַּת קוֹל וְאָמְרָה: רַ' אֱלִיעֶזֶר בֶּן דֻּרְדְּיָא מְזֻמָּן לְחַיֵּי עוֹלָם הַבָּא;
September 28, 2025 at 7:36 PM
Drip
Drip
Drip
The carpet is getting wet
Every teardrop leaves a lane down my cheeks
As a reminder
As a scar
As another sign of my feelings wins the battle against me.
August 22, 2025 at 7:29 AM
I hurt the way I want to hurt.
August 21, 2025 at 8:47 PM
All that safe feeling, the sense that I matter, important to someone, to you,
who understood me, saw me, found something in me…
I struggle to even remember what that felt like.

Everything changed.
Now I’m not even worth a single written word.
This is what I am to you.
Invisible again. Meaningless.
August 21, 2025 at 3:30 PM
Don't forget me as the colours fade
August 20, 2025 at 9:16 PM
Don't let the days go by.
August 17, 2025 at 9:55 PM
Only God is perfect. So they say. I'm not even sure about that. How can you be perfect if you create so much pain? Unless misery is a perfect thing as a concept, as a way of living?
August 17, 2025 at 5:32 PM
Undirect communication:

BPD: abandoned issues strikes again
ADHD: let's send them a message right now!
AUTISM: why can't they say stuff straight forward?
August 16, 2025 at 10:09 PM
Hi I'm high.
My town friends are ducking hilarious so I had to record the whole ducking meeting belive me its PRICELESS.
August 16, 2025 at 10:06 PM
Your concept as a digital character of an old Chinese sage isn’t bad.
On the other hand, that’s not the truth.
We’re here, in this world, and here you’re wise, not old, and definitely not Chinese.
More like… a gefilte fish carrot made randomly in Australia.
August 15, 2025 at 1:13 PM
It's not even frustration anymore, it's helplessness. It's like being stuck in hell.
August 15, 2025 at 7:59 AM
If you're angry and you know it
H!t your wife! *clap clap*

*based on a true story
August 14, 2025 at 8:21 PM
I'm a fucking giant hippopotamus. I'm afraid of myself. Fucking disappointed.
August 9, 2025 at 7:14 PM
Weather forecast while we supposed to go camping: 43° at noon.
The good scenario: basal cell cacinoma
The bad case: DEATH
August 8, 2025 at 6:29 AM
צפון: לונדון
מזרח: תאילנד
דרום: אילת? אולי לאוס וקוסאמוי?
מערב: האג, הולנד
צפון: ברגן, נורבגיה
מזרח: בנגקוק, תאילנד
דרום: פונטה ארנס, פטגוניה, צ'ילה
מערב: ונקובר קנדה
צפון: לונדון, הממלכה המאוחדת
מזרח: החרמון, ישראל
מערב: להיינה, הוואי, ארה״ב
דרום: ניירובי, קניה*

*נראה לי שהיינו בנקודה יותר דרומית, אבל לצורך העניין נגיד ניירובי
August 8, 2025 at 6:25 AM
Today at the team meeting I received a round of applause because I did a good job. I've produced a summer party for special needs families, got a huge grant for that, and in between took care of all my patients.
August 7, 2025 at 1:46 PM
A new hope?
August 7, 2025 at 1:33 PM
#1 zero.
August 5, 2025 at 11:40 AM
You once said I’m a good person. And that it’s rare.
Where did that go?
August 4, 2025 at 12:43 PM
What a wicked game.
The world was on fire, and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't wanna fall in love
With you.
August 3, 2025 at 2:55 PM
Well Chris, at least you are dead, so you can't love me, or hate me, or play with the fucking leftovers of my feelings. You're a legend, forever.
August 1, 2025 at 3:46 PM
Happy traumsday!
How should I celebrate the fact that the shooter is still free? 16 fucking years and my country haven't managed to put their hands on him. The implications are dreadful.
August 1, 2025 at 10:26 AM
Leprechauns are the worst. There are no reasonable excuses to behave like an asshole to people you care about. Or at least used to.
July 31, 2025 at 5:04 PM
On Friday I'll "celebrate" exactly 16 years before the shooting attack I was in, and exactly 16 years after.
It literally divided my life into 2 equal parts.

16 years and the shooter hasn't been found. 16 fucking years of being afraid that he's still looking for me to get the job done.

Mazel tov
July 30, 2025 at 8:41 PM
Starting a new and serious job while going through a tough divorce, with two children on the spectrum at home — it’s hard. Living with BPD makes it even harder. Just two days before that cursed murder date — it’s a miracle I’m holding everything together.
July 30, 2025 at 8:34 PM