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#26
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Yes, all the time. It's my BPD. I totally take on the aspects of the people I'm with, kind or mirroring them back at them. I even do it with their accent without realising it sometimes.
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#27
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Void and empty nothingness is part of human nature... there's a part of us that will always remain undefinable, and that's a very good thing. There would be no creativity without a void from where life can flow off from us. I think being an emotional sponge comes from an unbriddled imagination.. you gotta keep a leash on that otherwise you always end up in other people's skin.
Look up ''Alan Watts Discusses nothingness'' maybe it will make more sense ! ![]()
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#28
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I don't know who I am either. I've lost myself somewhere along the way. Right now I'm just trying to put together all the little broken pieces. But there seems to be so many of them. And they just keep breaking into tinier pieces that slip through the cracks.
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#29
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Yes. I feel as though I'm not a whole person. Just half of a person. I feel like... finally getting clarity, peace, confidence and happiness would allow me to become a whole person. I'm still searching, so I remain partly lost.
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#30
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I sometimes mimic people not even knowing i'm doing it until i catch myself and i change into myself again, i don't know why this happens, but i also put myself in others shoes to relate to them and think about them in they're situations, to help them if they need it.
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#31
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All the time.....but I wonder if its because I censored myself for so long and beat myself up on the inside that my soul is hiding somewhere in a corner of my mind waiting for me to embrace it....
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Invictus it matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. William Ernest Henley |
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