For me, so much of BPD means RAAAAAGE. 

And I'm trying so hard to learn not to explode. Instead, I walk, furiously.

Though I have a 4 page essay due tonight, emotions don't wait patiently when you're BPD, do they?

So I will leave all the noise, walk to Circle K, and find somewhere to sit and eat my shitty, gas station-esque snack.

I should be proud...right?