YOU KKNOW WHAT I’m fucking done 

This stupid ass disease has been ruining my life and recently I’ve been in therapy and been getting self-care and most of all AVOIDED any romantic relationships. I thought I had learned to manage my bpd but once I met a guy I really like IT ALL CAME BACK. Fucking paranoia, raging, depression &amp; mania. Everything. This shit will always thrive in making me end up alone.