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Something I should have learned a million times over by now. 

(via like-water-on-glass)

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Hate hate hate hate hate hate bpd moments. The photo above perfectly describes how I feel right now. I am truly not feeling so great right now. I have a million things running through my head for no reason! Literally, for no reason. Fucking hate my bpd. Why does it always have to mess up a perfectly good day! T’was happy today due to a lovely weekend and no I’m just blah! More Buffy, a cuppa and a fag is needed. Now. 

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Does anyone else find Tumblr a bit… harsh these days? It seems it’s gone from a blogging site, whether that be pictures, stories, rants or just getting things off of your chest, to a competition of who has the most followers, a million ask’s and bitching about this user or that user.

I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school… I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy… 

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Day 1. Introduce yourself.

Well, my name is Sophia, I am 22 years old and I am a tea addict. I currently live with my dad in the one place i’ve ever called home. Unfortunately this happens to be in a very quiet little village called East Leake, which only has Loughborough, the local town, as a quick escape. When I was 19 I went back to College to do the A Levels I should of stuck at at 16, and on Thursday 19th August I find out what the results of two years hard work are. But I am not nervous about these results, as the result I need to worry about is on August 24th, GCSE Maths. This is the important result because it is this which determines whether I start Uni on September 1st to study Psychology. If I get this grade then on September 1st I move to Edinburgh, a good 300+ miles away from home. If I don’t, I guess I will look into clearing but more than likely will take a year out to work and earn some dollar. I have a fair few tattoos (25) and piercings (6) and one lobe stretched to 20mm. I am addicted to tea, stand true to my Cypriot blood by having a ridiculous temper and apparently I look like a man as the side of my head is shaved. Sick. Manliness for the win!

I come across as confident, cocky and a lot of people presumme I like to cause trouble. But in reality I am extremely self concious with a million and one body issues who constantly doubts her friendships with an exceptional talent for paranoid tendencies. I over compensate for my insecruities by being loud and in your face and I don’t go out to cause problems, instead people percieve I am because if someone asks me what I think I will be honest with them. Often not pleasantly recieved by others. I have borderline personality disorder, agoraphobia and severe depression.