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."

The Nurturer: Part 2

Oh bitch you know she's special, so of course she gets a round two. What can I say, she's a crucial character in my story of survival. I hope you root for her as much as I do, as she is one tough cookie to have taken care of me for this long. After writing... Continue Reading →

A Presence

There are others in here. I can feel them. Sometimes I can catch one of them talking in the background, and I know it isn't me. When I pay attention, they stay quiet. They don't want me to know that they are there. Well jokes on you assholes, I know you exist. Not that it... Continue Reading →

Brown-Eyed Man

They hook me in every time. Those beautiful faces look at me, and I stare in awe. How could a creature so pretty even look at me? How dare I stand in their presence. Lust in love. What it feels like to care about someone as a Borderline. I don't just care. I fall. I... Continue Reading →

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑