people with bpd often talk about splitting on their fp and feeling either too much love or too much hate and nothing in between. i have that and split on them too, but at times i feel nothing, like i just feel empty and i don't care if they want my company or not. they wanna talk? cool, i don't mind. but if they don't want to they can leave. i'd even be kind of relieved because i understand my life would be better without them (no it wouldn't obviously but at least i wouldn't have someone as close to be attached to). they have other friends anyway, they wouldn't even miss me if i was gone. i hate this so much, i wish i never had a fp