I’ve written a new BPD Diaries, and it’s probably my longest one yet. It’s been a long few months and I’ve been dealing with a lot of stuff. I feel like I can finally write about one of the things on my mind.
It’s about someone I used to call a friend, and it was more painful staying with him. (I know I look tired - I’m on day seven of ten at work and my brain won’t let me sleep decently)