I, me, BPD, am looking at myself, smirking, satisfied with the response I’m getting. Good, I revel in the pain I’m causing – I know that she deserves it, she should have paid attention because she knew all along… Idiot. The betrayal stabs me like a knife, burning, spreading. I continue to stab myself in the back… again… again… again… It feels so good, so comfortable… I’m home.
You are a warrior in a dark forest with no compass and are unable to tell who the enemy is… so you never feel safe.
It’s so weird… Smart, beautiful girl, never getting in trouble, trying to be who people want… More university education than most, Bachelor of Science and
Not that many looked anyway. I just couldn’t dance anywhere, wether I really did it or just made it up. But there’s no one and
Borderline Personality Disorder….. Question: Describe BPD in the simplest terms you can? Answer: Sanity held hostage inside insanity….. Impossible for someone to ever fully understand.
“Stop.” “Stop now!” “Hey! I’m speaking to you!” “I’m exhausted, I need to stop.” “I can’t dance anymore.” “Screw you!” “What the hell’s wrong with