Ya know. I hate having bpd. One minute I’m fine and the anxiety is at it’s normal level and the next I feel the rollercoaster start and I know shit’s about to go down. I got back and try and figure out why I’m crashing and ya know what? I don’t fucking know ok? And it’s not fair that my brain is wired this way. Is it the PMDD again? I don’t fucking know. All I know is I’m tired. And I’m tired of being this way. Am I gonna be like this again for another two weeks? Cause I don’t want to.
I feel like crap
Borderline 