Anonymous
I feel everything and nothing at all. Maybe that's the BPD, that's most definitely the bpd. Lately it's been less euphoria and more major depressive states. I relapsed in self-harm, regrettably. I have never been this close to ending everything, but I don't know if a part of me is just scared or if it is really the rational part of me refusing to be a part of a statistic. I'm chronically and mentally ill, no cure for anything. Just hope, hope that I have very little of. My 19th is coming up and I'm terrified, terrified because never once did I ever think I would make it. Birthdays are just a reminder that I grow older but my issues persist. I have no one I can fully trust, the one person I did trust with my life is gone. Not physically, but they're not here in the same way they were. My fault.