I've been on a bunch of meds for a few months now and I'm doing really well. I had this conversation with my partner yesterday via google chat and when I read back to my ramblings I realized it was such an innocent BPD moment - the sudden shift from idealization to dislike. It's nothing like an actual episode or anything, just something I found interesting:

I'm legit stalking (random artist)'s instagram and my emotions flow from love to envy to hate to love again and then sorrow that I can never be her

My partner: she has cool hair

right? it wasn't so hot in 2015
but she recovered marvelously
man. we are like. the least cool pretty people ever
we're so dull
like grey clouds on a grey day hovering over a city grey with asphalt and pollution
#albumtitle
we should start a band
OMG I THOUGHT I HAD REACHED THE END OF HER INSTA BUT IT WAS JUST HER RAVELRY ACCOUNT
though the more I look at her the more I realize her life online is so curated
it's kind of... uncanny valley-ing for me
she used to yarn bomb stuff
swoon
socool