my favorite person works for my school right and Friday was her last day. I don’t have any friends (that I know of) with bpd. so it’s not like I can talk about this with my friends. but I found out on thursday (she called me out of class to tell me) and I balled like a baby. I worked all night on a bracelet with a guitar pick attached (I have the same one on a necklace I never take off) and have it to her friday while, you guessed it, crying. I don’t think people understand how heart wrenching it is to have your fp ripped away from you so suddenly. I hate being like this and now whenever I think about her or the good times with her I feel so empty. not to mention the fact that we have a trauma bond from going through a school🔫 together. this fucking sucks is what i’m trying to say.