When my bpd gets really bad like it is today, I always remember that my life wasn't always this bad. I was normal until my parents beat the personality disorder into me. It's not fair that their abuse ruined my brain for the entire rest of my life and they just get to live happy and move on while I'm still suffering years later.

It isn't fair I don't want to be like this why couldn't I of grown up in a happy home that didn't ruin me for the entire rest of my life. It hurts so bad not to be normal and I want to end my suffering for good