"A child is like a houseplant, only needing a few basic things for survival. Food, water, love, and some sunlight. Maybe you assumed she was giving me those things. I suspect you never gave enough shit to provide them to me yourself, so there I was left with crumbs."
Dear BPD, Here’s 10 Things I Hate About You
"There's a piece of you in every part of me, and I hate you for that. Just give me something to have for myself. Any little scrap would mean the world to me."
