Mid-November 2016

This morning I am devastated. The world is falling down. My life is a nightmare and I don’t want to be a part of it. I don’t know if I will have the strength to move forward. I’m tired. I’m tired of trying to be a good person. I’m tired of pleasing everyone. I am not happy. I am depressed and I hate myself. I don’t even know why I am here. What are my goals? Why am I here for? Maybe she was right when she said that I was a difficult child. I am still a difficult person to live with.

Now at the en on February, I can say that I am not a difficult person. I am who I am. My world wasn’t falling down, I was just having a horrible terrible very bad day. I was living as a Borderline. I let the BPD take control over me that morning. 


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