It's the cripplingly fear of abandonment eating me alive o'clock
I hate having bpd so fucking much. I hate how I feel the urge to push everyone that loves me away. I hate sitting on the bathroom floor rocking back and forth because I don’t know what to do. I hate being called dramatic because I’m unable to control how I react to everything around me. I hate that people will never understand what it’s truly like be inside my head.

