I stay to myself, I keep my head down and I try not to bother anyone.

No matter what I do, no matter how much I try to care about people, no matter how much I try to fit in and be normal, it doesn’t work.

No one around me knows what BPD feels like. The constant struggle of trying to find reasons to continue living, it’s tiring, and I’m exhausted.

I’ve ruined everything and everyone in my life. Maybe if I’m not here, people don’t have to suffer because of me. It seems as though everyone is better off without me anyways. No more pain. No more suffering. No more of........ this.