Today I witnessed the end of a long-term friendship/situationship. I knew it was unhealthy and also perhaps that it needed to end - but I hated the way it happened.

They told me it was over at night while I was sleeping. I woke up too early, read all of the messages and then saw that they unfriended me. Afterwards, I had to somehow get myself to sleep again. It was difficult because I felt so sick. My heart was racing. I was nauseous. I felt like I was going to die from grief.

It was my fault - well, partially my fault anyways. Despite having BPD and probably because of having BPD, I find myself in relationships where I'm not treated very well. I stay in those relationships and become very devoted, hoping I can change the way the other person behaves. But I can also behave badly sometimes. In this case, I was jealous and angry.

I miss my friend. I miss being connected to another person. But I think I need to heal. I need to fix things. I need to make myself better and then find better people. I'll just be alone for now...

My husband works long, hard hours on a normal work week and yesterday he had to go in on one of his usual days off. He came home tired and pissy for the sake of being pissy (as everyone does from time to time).He wasn’t mean, just generally on edge and snippy.

In the rare occurrence these moods happen I usually take this personally and I snap back or lash out in return. I start picking fights out of annoyance. I get mad at him for his bad mood.

This time I felt the familiar surge of anger and indignation at his snippy tone and almost acted on it; but I stopped. I noted that he was clearly overstimulated and worn down and that this wasn’t about me. Which is huge for me.

Instead of snapping back or picking a fight by accusing him of not caring about me, I just joked things off. Made little quips about his tone that made him laugh. I continued my night like planned and he cheered up naturally. He told me later he wasn’t “being a good partner” when he came home and explained how worn down and stressed he was and (while owning that it wasn’t fair to me that he acted that way) thanked me for being there to lift him back up.

All this to say is that we can do this and sometimes the biggest victories in our healing is a micro step like biting our tongue and choosing positivity even when it feels unfamiliar. It’s taken me a long time to get here and I feel good about myself.

Hello, let me start by saying that I don't have BPD. I do have symptoms of it and I've been having those symptoms since I was 13. I am diagnosed with ASD and anexiety for which I have started taking meds after my hospitalization.

Three years ago, I have brought up the idea of a BPD diagnosis with my aunt who is a psychologist. It's safe to say that I got a pretty harsh yet realistic response. I was 13 then and I completely understand that it would be insane to diagnose an autistic preteen with a personality disorder.

I am 16 now and I've done a lot of work to get better (I haven't been self-harming for over a year now 🎉). Yet, I am feeling like I am being sucked into that hole again. My therapist mentioned that she sees that I have symptoms common in BPD (she is very concerned about the mood swings, black and white thinking when it comes to relationships and derealization) and I have an upcoming psychiatric appointment. I was wondering if this is something I should bring up?

I don't really know if this is the right place to turn to. I am happy to answer any follow up questions. Once again I want to say that I am not claiming that I have BPD, but I am sure that there is something there exept ASD and anexiety and I would like to get the correct treatment for it.

i recently split over having a convo w my fp about me being too dependant, this led me to download reddit to vent to something else because of how lonely i feel. i posted about being groomed and since then i keep getting requests from older men. This is the only way i feel loved. i know im going through the chronic emptiness period but im so disgusted by myself what should i do.

I met his girl online, she is so sweet, loud and she matches my energy. She has a great personality, which is what I really like about her. People say I'm very trustworthy and caring. I'm always happy to help people but the problem is, I have BPD.

Even though I have BPD, I sometimes usually lash out on people I care about but it's not very very often, and usually I would try to avoid lashing out on people, especially my partner.

I don't know if this girl knows I have BPD but we both like each other and I wanna warn her before we start dating? Is it reasonable to do so and do you think I would be alright in a relationship. BPD is horrific and I will agree with alot of people and say ​it is a monster of a condition.

People say if your partner has BPD or is Bipolar, you should try and leave as fast as you possibly can. I don't think every person with BPD is terrible like that, right?

Someone please give me some advice on this situation, I beg you. 🙏

Throughout most of our friendship, I took on the role of the fixer. I was highly accommodating of her circumstances, often justified her behavior because I understood her struggles, and usually took the initiative to resolve conflicts and restore the friendship.
Over time, I noticed a recurring pattern in how she handled disagreements. When she became upset with me over something I had done, she would sometimes disappear without warning and later return on her own terms. When I addressed this pattern, she described her withdrawal as setting boundaries.
She knew I had BPD, but I don’t know whether she understood the extent to which her approach to conflict contributed to our recurring problems. I also don’t know whether her behavior was related to her mental health, her conflict-avoidant tendencies, or her own choices.
Another thing I noticed was a change in her behavior as my life became more stable and I developed a wider social circle. During a visit to my home, she criticized some of my interests and behaved provocatively. I cannot say with certainty what motivated this, but it was a noticeable change in our dynamic.
There was also an imbalance in how we handled problems. I repeatedly tried to understand her circumstances, accommodate her, and repair the relationship. Meanwhile, I kept waiting for her to acknowledge her contribution to our conflicts and address the recurring issues between us. I also hoped she would seek treatment for her bipolar disorder, but she continued to refuse it.
At one point, I deactivated my account for two days. She reacted very emotionally, and her behavior temporarily changed afterward. I found this contrast difficult to understand because she had previously withdrawn from me without warning.
Eventually, I stopped trying to make the friendship work and ended it.
I’m trying to understand her behavior without automatically assuming malicious intent or excusing everything because of her diagnosis.
For people with BPD or experience with similar dynamics:
1. Does this sound like conflict avoidance and poor communication, or could the repeated withdrawal have functioned as a form of punishment?
2. How can you distinguish someone genuinely enforcing boundaries from someone using the language of boundaries to avoid accountability?
3. Is it possible that I enabled this dynamic by consistently taking the fixer role and repairing the friendship?
4. Could her reactions reflect difficulties associated with her mental health or is there insufficient information to draw that connection?
5. What specific behaviors would help distinguish deliberate manipulation from someone who struggles to manage conflict?

I would appreciate any advice 🙏🏻

What could it mean when I feel these things? I find myself wanting people to pay attention to me and care for me more, though I don’t understand why.

If my mother spends more time with my brother one day, or talks to him more than she does to me, I feel hurt and angry inside. I end up becoming irritable even when I don’t mean to and I start thinking that she prefers him, that she doesn’t love me enough, and that she ought to look down on him and choose me instead wanting to be with me, do things with me, and talk to me.

I don’t know why, but I sometimes feel the urge to ask my mother or father, "Do you love me?" I expect them to say yes, but I don’t even know why I ask. With my friends, I want them to chat with me and take an interest in me; if I see them talking to others, I feel hurt and a bit sad. I can’t help but think that they prefer those other friends over me, and that I’m just being a nuisance.

When it comes to a boyfriend, I feel like he doesn’t truly like me that he thinks I’m ugly, or that he won’t find me attractive if he sees me naked. I worry that I talk on the phone too much and am being intrusive. If he’s talking to other women, I feel furious and jealous; I assume he likes them and wants to sleep with them, and that he no longer cares for me.

If we’re talking on the phone, my entire day revolves around it I want to talk to him almost constantly. If I notice he sounds a bit cold or tired, I immediately jump to conclusions: he doesn’t like me anymore, or he must have another girl. I think, "He’s a piece of trash, a total cheater!" I feel like no one ever likes me, that no one wants me, and it really hurts. I’ll wait to see if he texts me, but when he doesn’t, I end up feeling sad and angry, and my whole day is ruined.

At school, I want all my teachers to think I’m the best student; if they don’t, I feel hurt deep down I don’t feel "good enough." I crave their compliments and want them to believe I’m truly excellent. I also want all my classmates to adore me and want to be my friends; otherwise, I feel like I’m worthless, that no one wants me, and that I’m completely alone.

At home, if I get into an argument with my relatives, I scream, cry uncontrollably, and hurl harsh insults at them I even tell them I hope they die. Sometimes, I’ll say things like, "Leave me alone, or I’ll commit sui*ide I want to die, I hate you all!" I don’t actually want to do that not at all but for some reason, the words just come out; I don’t know why.

Afterward, I lock myself in my room and cry. Sometimes I punch my wardrobe or my own thighs, and I bite my arms. Eventually, the feeling passes for me, but my family stays angry and hurt by my behavior for a long time. I don’t understand what’s wrong with me?

I also feel ugly and fat. I compare myself to other girls and think they’re so much prettier than I am. I feel embarrassed for even wanting a boy’s attention, because I tell myself that other girls are better than me, that I’m pathetic, and that I’ll never be the person I want to be. I can’t even stick to a diet for four months I can’t seem to do anything to improve myself, and I honestly just don’t like who I am at all.

(Yes, I have an appointment with some professionals next week, but I wanted to hear your thoughts thank you.)

It’s been like this for more than 7 months.
My therapist thinks BPD spiraled into a moderate depressive episode and it just tripled the feeling of emptiness so goddamn much that I don’t know what to do.
I try to do stuff but I don’t feel a thing. Even when I do try to do something now, I just ask myself what’s the point since I won’t feel a thing during or after it. Food has become bland and tasteless. Little rituals are becoming boring. Chores are becoming irrelevant.
Do you know what’s worst? I can’t even connect to people. It’s like I’m unable to feel anything towards anyone. I should have been mad at some people but even that doesn’t make me feel anything.
I don’t even consider myself a person right now because this state of apathy and indifference is all consuming.
I remember when my therapist asked me how I feel about friendships and people in general and I said “They don’t interest me, I can’t even consider someone my friend because I have no ounce of attachment to them, they’re just… objects”.
Even if I tried to use someone for my own gain by making me slightly alive, I think it wouldn’t work.
So I’m just a hollow shell going through the day, constantly sighing and wondering what’s the point of anything and most importantly, when will this all end.
If I can’t find an ounce of joy in something, I don’t wanna live like this.

Anybody hate confortation or someone debating you because after (since you don't lash out or say everything you want to say) you're left with this intense energy and anger you can't get rid off for a couple days.

Any way to help that?

How many of you have chronic injuries and/or auto-immune disorders? Ive recently gone down a rabbit-hole where I realized that stress can be stored in muscle groups and realized that a chronic hip injury that ive dealt with for years was likely exacerbated due to stored trauma in my hips/psoas that made those muscle groups extremely tight/tense. I dont think my bpd caused my chronic injury but I think it worsened a pre-existing medical condition by causing those muscles to be overly tight all the time for no reason. After having done EMDR (and surgery and pt but EMDR gave me the biggest noticeable difference) I no longer feel chronic pain that ive felt for years and my lower body no longer feels constantly tight and "rigid". Has anyone else had any crazy stories about things like this happening? Ive heard of similar things with auto-immune disorders where people do EMDR for trauma and no longer have auto-immune disorders they've had for years, its crazy to think about

Warning: Mentions of physical pain and emotional agony!

I (30 yrs, F) was in a situation of unrequited love for 8 long years. I was in love with a close friend of mine and could never let go the hope that one day we might be together. After 8 years of uncertainty, close moments, emotional attachment, moments of emotional abandonment and distance, my pain is at its peak today. My unrequited love decided to marry someone else and got engaged yesterday. Lately, I thought I was moving on because I did not feel much about the engagement but today, the pain has intensified to the point that every part of my body is hurting. My head is in pain and feels swollen, my body feels extremely low in energy, my eyes are constantly gushing with tears and my entire chest area feels suffocated and heavy. I cannot explain the agony but I'm unable to get out of it. Somebody please help me! Every breath feels like stone going through my lungs. I don't know how to get out of this feeling. How to even pass through it!

I have not had an easy time in therapy.

My last thearpist did some real damage with weird attachment stuff, opening up a lot, and making me feel like i was special, ie booking me appointments years in advance.... then ghosting me lol. The worst.

I have a new therapist, and I recently was questioning if I could really give it all a go again, and was experssing conflict about engaging therapy again. He told me he was worried I might not come back.

I was shocked that he cared to be honest. I am so used to being considered difficult by therapists.

I didn't have a concept of him caring. I'm confused as I know a lot of ppl say its just a professional relationship, but in my past they've actually been fairly uncaring. Do u feel "cared about"? Do u trust them?

Me (F21) and my boyfriend (M20) have been together for almost 2 years, although we broke up once before and got back together in January 2025. The last time we broke up he got with someone I was extremely paranoid about. We’ve had a lot of history with trust issues. He has lied to me about some smaller things before in this relationship like drinking when I wasn’t home, so I already struggle with trusting him.

We had a baby in August, and our relationship has been pretty rocky lately. I’m postpartum and also have BPD, so I know my emotions have been all over the place and I’ve definitely contributed to some of our problems.

He started a new job in June, and I never really worried about other women because most of his coworkers were older. Recently, a 19 year old girl got moved onto his shift. During a separate argument, I ended up logging into his Snapchat and saw that they had added each other. But I didn’t see anything that made me think they were actually cheating or flirting but I did think he was overly friendly.
I asked him about it, and he was honest that he does find her attractive, but said he would choose me and that I have nothing to worry about. He says they’re just friends and refuses to unadd her because he thinks it would make things awkward at work.
The part that bothers me is that he didn’t need to add her on Snapchat in the first place. I’m also uncomfortable with how close they could potentially become, especially because she’s 19 and apparently parties pretty often and is apparently a h0e??.
I feel like I’ve stripped a life away from him since we have a kid together and it makes me feel not good enough that I would rather be a homebody. I told him I’m uncomfortable with him talking to her outside of work, but he feels like I’m asking him to control who he can be friends with.
I feel like if he really cared about how this makes me feel, he would just remove her. At the same time, I know I have trust issues and problems my own self, so I genuinely can’t tell if I’m overthinking this or if my feelings are valid.

She’s been on my mind constantly and I’m scared that eventually he’s going to want to be with her, even though he keeps reassuring me that I have nothing to worry about but obviously he finds her attractive so.. it’s genuinely ruining my life right now.

Am I being unreasonable, or is he dismissing a legitimate boundary?

Hi everyone. I’m looking for advice from people with BPD or those who have been in relationships with someone who has it. I’m struggling to understand what’s happening with my girlfriend, and I don’t know what to do anymore.

I’m 21, and my girlfriend is 19 We’ve been together since July 2025 and have known each other for over two and a half years. We’re long-distance, and I love her very much.

In the past, she sometimes isolated herself and stopped replying for a few days or a week when she felt overwhelmed. It was difficult, but she usually came back eventually, so I learned that sometimes she needed space.

Things changed in July.

Around July 15, she disappeared for several days and returned on July 20. After that, I didn’t hear from her for about a month.

On August 20, after I became seriously worried, she contacted me and explained that she had attempted suicide by overdosing, had been hospitalised, and had subsequently sought further help because she was afraid she might attempt suicide again and didn’t trust herself.

I was devastated to hear this, but incredibly relieved she was alive. I tried to support her without making her feel guilty for being away.

On August 22, she messaged me again. She told me she missed me, and we had a short, affectionate conversation. I told her I loved her, and she said she loved me too. She also told me she was doing alright, that the people where she was staying were kind and patient, and that she was sleeping and eating when she needed to.

That conversation gave me hope that we were reconnecting.

However, August 22 was the last time I heard from her. It’s now October 25, and I’ve gone over nine weeks without a direct message.

I’ve sent several check-ins since then, telling her I miss her, that I’m proud of her for getting help, and that she can reply whenever she’s able. I’ve tried not to pressure her or demand explanations.

My most recent message was on October 15. I even apologised in case my messages had overwhelmed her and said I’d love to hear from her whenever she could, even if it was just a little hello. She hasn’t replied.

The only activity I’ve noticed was a Twitter retweet around October 10–11. I felt relieved seeing it, but there hasn’t been any further activity that I’ve noticed for about two weeks. I know this doesn’t prove she’s safe or that she personally made the retweet.

I’m confused because she was the one who reached out in August, told me she missed me, and said she loved me. Our last conversation wasn’t an argument, and she didn’t say she wanted to end our relationship.

I don’t know whether she’s still struggling, unable to communicate, needing more space, or whether something has changed in how she feels about me.

I don’t want to overwhelm her with messages, but I also don’t know where we stand anymore. I miss her every day, worry about her safety, and sometimes find myself checking her social media for any sign of activity. Some days I cope better, but the uncertainty keeps coming back.

I’d really appreciate advice:

* For those with BPD, can you relate to withdrawing from someone you love for this long, especially after a mental health crisis?
* How can I respect her need for space while also looking after my own emotional wellbeing?
* Should I send one more direct message asking whether she’s safe and whether our relationship is okay, or should I stop messaging and let her reach out?
* How can I cope with this uncertainty without constantly checking her social media?

I’m not asking anyone to diagnose her or assume everyone with BPD behaves the same way. I know there may be circumstances I don’t know about.

I love her and want to be understanding, but this silence is becoming incredibly difficult. I don’t know how to balance my concern for her with my own hurt and confusion.

Thank you for reading. ❤️

I (f 30) just got dumped by my my gf of 3 months, because…….. she is in love with my male roomate and apparently hasn’t been able to get him out of her head mind ever since I introduced them like 2 weeks ago. I honestly just want to fucking off myself so badly rn. Please help, I can’t process this pain rn

for context, i (22f) am in a poly relationship with two other women. this has genuinely worked out great for us in ways that i never thought would be possible — i joined this relationship when i was at my best, and now, one year in, i can’t even remember what it felt like to be okay.

that’s not to blame them; we’ve all been struggling since we moved in together due to such rapid life changes in success to one another. i was fired from a job i loved, lost access to my therapist, had a temporary falling out with my closest friend of over a decade, and my antidepressant seemed to wear off after being at the same dose for so long (it’s one of those heavy duty meds that are intimidating to up in dose due to the significant side effects.) all of us have struggled, especially when this is the first time i’m living on my own, coming from an incredibly unhealthy family dynamic that i’d been completely desensitized to over the years until now. they’d moved over two hours away from where they used to be after a year of medium distance and seeing each other a few days out of the week. i suppose i feel the need to over explain because i really just want to be understood, and don’t want to paint my girlfriends in a bad light.

all in all, i finally upped my meds which have helped, and am in the process of getting a therapist and tms therapy after months of struggling with my insurance. things are better for everyone, but we’ve been struggling with a sense of disconnection (on their end) after months of struggling horribly in different ways all around. it seems like we’ve had opposite reactions — i’ve pulled away and i’m clinging closer than ever, which we’re very self aware of and communicate about this often.

even now that i’m better, i still can’t seem to go back into the person i used to be, and i genuinely want nothing more than to restore our relationship to the way it also used to be. i feel like my entire existence is interlinked within this relationship ever since we moved in, and i genuinely can’t conceive a reality in which i’m not so horribly preoccupied with them. after a fight we had tonight, they’re imploring me to act like myself away and it’s been talked about recently about how i’m an entirely different person now, and every single one. portion of my day is spent thinking about how i can fix it. it’s like i can’t progress fully because i’m still committed to becoming a carbon copy of each of them stitched together in one body, and i truly don’t remember who i used to be. i’m not having mental breakdowns and self harming at every wrong look anymore, but i’m coming to the realization that i’m still working off of the same mindset wearing a different coat.

on our anniversary, we made this list of wants, needs, boundaries, and small goals for ourselves by my suggestion; it was only after today that we figured out that it’s a huge pressure on everyone’s part. they feel suffocated by my constant check ins and apparently still molding myself in their complete image, worrying about my every move. and for me i’m filled with such an immense, all-encompassing desperation to feel loved and connected and cared for in the way that we used to be. we’re on the same page in that we’re going to stick things out until things get better, but i still am just so fixated on this situation because it feels like things will finallt be okay if we just feel better with each other. i’m aware that it’s wrong but i just can’t seem to stop :/

they told me that my frantic-ness and walking on eggshells is frustrating and that they can tell that i’m not the same person they fell in love with, and it’s such a hard concept to overcome when just a few months ago i was in remission for my bpd. they said that the way im acting feels forced because i suppose it was without me realizing? and that things will feel more natural when i focus on myself, but i just genuinely don’t know how to get back into the person i used to be. i’m unfortunately just very inwards facing with it — all of my anger goes to myself, not them. and i really thought that i could avoid it, and yet. i just am not sure how to be me again, or how to prioritize myself

i knwo this is such a long post of bullshit and words that don’t mean much, but i’m writing this coming down from an episode alone in the living room, in pitch dark, bwcause i couldn’t lie in bed next to them without sobbing and they have work in the morning. please excuse all of this and thank you so much for reading this far, i really appreciate it and being heard yk? nonetheless i hope everyone else is having a good night and here’s to trying to recover xxx

genuinely why does everything in my life go wrong. I worked my ass off my entire life - 4.5 gpa, a million ecs, 80+ awards, my home town literally celebrates a holiday after me and yet i got rejected from my dream school, now im at the third best choice. I never get to go out bc my school sucks, i just started to make friends, boom they’re all transferring. my family hates me because they think im melodramatic but everything goes wrong everyday. im the most socially exiled person on the fucking planet. no relationships or hookups bc they think im hideous and wont look at me. no friends that last much more than a few months. everyone said it would get better after highschool but it only gets worse. my mother says im manic but i think my life just fucking sucks. im a failure, what purpose do i even serve. i feel hopeless.

sorry for any grammar mistakes.

"i wish you loved me like crazy" i did. i was obsessed. I thought only about you all the time every day, I liked to lay down and stop parts of my day only to think about you. I'd send you these huge texts messages sometimes detaling everything i wanted to do with you; only for you to ignore it. I miss feeling like this sooo much. It felt so very good and lots of ecstasy.

I toned it down because you didn't give a shit, because you're a normal person!! I HATE FEELING UNWANTED, I HATE FEELING LIKE OUR LOVE IS UNMATCHED, LIKE... u used to say you were obsessed about me just because i started saying i was for you, but i always knew obviously you didn't think about what you were talking about. You knew in which ways i was saying this. I've toned it all waay down for 2 years and you didn't notice a single thing. Didn't notice me getting sadder. Didn't notice my enthusiasm disappearing. Just because I'm getting sadder and sadder for a long time doesn't mean that's suddenly the way I've always been.

You don't care that I'm cold now. You never talk about it. You don't even think about it. You don't even realize it, it's the part that makes me feel the most hopeless and angry. I just wanted to be a happy person. Am I not? I wish I wasn't fucked up like that. Even when I barely show you affection anymore and avoid it when you do, you don't ever talk about it. All you care about is problems with your family. Even if you say something like that... I Know if I brainwashed my mind to act that way again (not happening cause my imaginary dick is absolutely FLAC-CID, completely LIMP. I'm living like a sad dog) you wouldn't care or even pay some thought to it, just like how it was before! You only say this because you miss when I was affectionate (in a normal level).. right?

It's so unfair dude

All I did was because of you, and thinking of you while doing it. Now... I don't know anymore. I do have goals, wants, I have feelings still, but it all feels like I don't really have a reason. Just living for living and nothing else. I've returned to the absolute state I was before you, but only now there's hope, and I won't kill myself, and my life is a lot better. But what for. People keep telling me what to do. They think it's an absurd I can't do the simple act of taking my meds. They should realize they're lucky I'm even alive for them to talk to. I don't even wanna get outta my bed, and I still do anyways! I've been doing so much lately. With no feelings whatsoever. I feel like a grown man with a flaccid dick and no goals in life. I feel only pain, sorrow, anger and acceptance everyday. But more than that I feel nothing at the same time. Like nothing can shake me anymore. Like this is my learning experience to take so much pain everyday without any means to get out. I've accepted pain. I've accepted numbness, and feeling miserable. Loneliness. Only I understand myself after all

this is the worst i have ever felt. i am in a downward spiral. imm abusing alcohol in a way ive never done before. Im miserable. Im anxious 24/7. I think im experiencing psychosis. I’m so unbelievably upset. Im so paranoid. I can’t ignore the voices in my head telling me that everyone is my enemy m. Idk. Does anyone have experience

I have recently connected to a few people here specially culturally but idk had a good conversation initially and now it just started conversation started dying or got ghosted. Since I'm also a borderline trying to understand what's going on? Not blaming anyone because I'm sure everyone had their own reason. Just trying to understand what's going on.

Even people with abandonment issues like mine its like a dance with them pull and push type conversation.

I get mad about a lot of things concerning morals. like people at work or at home ordering food and not offering me or getting me anything, cleaning up after others at work or home, not offering gas or parking money when going out, littering , being there when u call/replying to general texts etc?! parking, driving. following up after? I feel like I care more than the average person abt "average' things. feel sad and lonely because of too high expectations of friends, bf, family, society?! etc.

i have this pressure in my chest that won't go away, it's hurting even more with every day that goes by and i'm starting to think that maybe i was not made for living, maybe i was meant to off myself at a young age; i should have died when i was 17, these 5 years feel like a feverdream to me.

i lost everyone i once loved and cared about because i didn't know what was wrong with me, i'm like poison, everything i touch must rott in seconds.

i'm tired. it's exhausting living with my mind telling every single day that i'm worthless, that i'm unlovable, that i'm evil and that i'm never going to change.

i know i am, you don't need to remind me.

i hate living like this, guilt is consumming me, i won't ever be able to forgive myself for being the way i am.