I've been re-reading my old journals and I **definitely** have BPD. 

I will start: I once cut off an acquaintance in college because I was passing papers around and she snapped and told me to hurry up. I was so embarrassed and outraged by this, I cussed her out, Tweeted about her then blocked her and never spoke to her again. I thought it was completely fine because, obviously she wasn't a friend if she...tells me to hurry up in front of others? It wasn't until recently that I realized yeah, that's not a normal thing.