One second my loneliness is killing me. The next second, I wanna run away from a few people I have because it's too much. 

I love someone to death. And boom, Idgaf if they got killed. 

I think I am asexual. Then I am into BDSM. 

I am oblivious as fuck. Also, I am the master of sarcasm. 

I panic when I stand near a girl. Then I flirt with them. 

I wanna kill myself. Then I give a speech to the audience in my head about my 80yr life. 

I cry over getting fewer fries. And I laughed seeing my fav aunt's dead body. 

I'm always in flight or fight mode. If not I am almost dead and can't get out of bed. 

I carve for love. And when someone wants to be with me, I run away. 

No one understands me, including me. 

I just want this to fucking stop. I want to be normal for at least a day. This sucks. BPD fucked my life.