This infuriates me so much. I feel like people just honestly couldn't give a shit. 

In the last week, I've tried to reach out to some people (not close friends, they're closer to me than I am to them) about how I've been. And they can't seem to focus on me. It's like the world revolves around them.

I tell one friend **I had a paracetamol overdose**, and they go *"oh I did that once, I think it was a few years ago, Year 7 maybe? Anyway, yeah it wasn't a good time for me...I had like 10 or 12 tablets lol..."* (I had 30).

I tell another friend that **I've been diagnosed with BPD**, and they go *"I think my mum has that, growing up with it has been hard cause she won't admit it, and..."*

I tell this same friend that **I suspect I have Bipolar II** (got diagnosed with cyclothymia but anyway), they went *"oh I think I have that..."*

I send another friend the QBPD symptoms and tell them that **I suspect if I fit any of the four theorised subtypes of BPD, it would be Quiet BPD**, and they go *"oh yeah I've been thinking that's me too cause I've been sabotaging relationships lately haha..."*

I don't know. It just bothers me a lot. Needed to get it off my chest.