All my attempts have failed. Obviously. The NHS has given up on me, its MBT or nothing (apart from the good old Prozac) and I don't want to face up to my true monstrous and manipulative self. Sick of life, BPD has taken my life away from me. I may as well finish it once and for all and just hang myself in my wardrobe. I just want someone to care enough to try and save me, somehow without knowing I'm struggling because I'm so embarrassed I can't open up to people about what I'm thinking for the majority of the day, every day. Delusional thoughts. Morbid thoughts. I'm a waste of fucking oxygen. What kind of 21 year old has these problems