I don’t know why I’m writing this, maybe to just get it off my chest, but I was recently just diagnosed with BPD (originally I thought I was bipolar, but this makes so much more sense). I have talked horribly about people with BPD because I thought my dad had it growing up, and now that I see the same characteristics in myself it makes me sick. I’m even worse sometimes. I’m so mean to my friends sometimes and it just makes me even more suicidal. I don’t deserve to be alive if I keep treating everyone like this, but the problem is, I can’t fucking help it.

Thanks for listening.