Let Me Show You What Borderline Personality Disorder Is
We aren't evil. We just need patience, love, and understanding. That's all.
Some days it's good. Some days it's bad. It's as simple as that, really. One moment, I could be loving the world in all its glory, and the next, I could be picking at the seams of each tragedy and disappointment. Splitting. That's what it's called.
My relationships are interesting. No, not interesting. More like dramatic displays of affection and abandonment. You see, my kind is scared of being abandoned.
We are the masters of the infamous "girlfriend tests". We test our partners every single second. We are so scared that our partners will leave us at any moment, that we try to catch them in the act. We try to stay one step ahead of them. I hate you, don't leave me. We want so bad to prove to ourselves that they don't always leave. Maybe this one will be different. Maybe he will stay. Please. Just this once and I'll be good forever.
No. He decides to leave. I knew it.
I knew it I knew it I knew it I knew it!
I was right but I didn't want to be right.
I hate him. That disgusting pathetic dog. He ruined me. I hate myself. What did I do wrong? Did I do something? I must have done something. No. He's the one that was wrong. He's not worthy of someone like me. He's just a dog. A pathetic little dog. But now what? Who will love me? I don't need love again. Love is some stupid illusion for stupid people. Love isn't real. It's fake. But then I'll be alone for the rest of my life. If this didn't work out, nothing will. I don't think I will ever find love again. Maybe I'm just not meant to find happiness. Everyone had happiness except for me. Everyone is happier than me. Look at that dumb bitch with her boyfriend. Haha. He's going to leave her anyway. They always leave.
And repeat.
Day 1 of relationship:
"You were looking at some other girl, weren't you?"
"No, you're the only girl I'm looking at! I swear, baby! I love you, you know that"
Liar.
Fucking liar.
"I can't be with you. Goodbye."
"No, please stay with me baby, please, I'll do anything. I promise"
Day 3 of relationship:
"No, I can't be with someone that will cheat on me. All guys are pathetic dogs"
"No, baby, I'm sorry, please don't be mad. I'm so mad at myself for fucking up. I promise it won't happen again"
Day 5 of relationship:
"You were fantasizing about her. I know you were. Don't even fucking deny it"
"No...I wasn't even thinking of her"
"I knew you would leave me, you disgusting piece of shit. I'm done."
"I'm sorry"
"That's all? YOU'RE JUST SORRY? FUCK YOU"
"Fine. You know I'm sick of this shit. I hope you find someone else, see you."
No wait.
Wait please don't go.
I didn't mean it.
"You fucking bastard, why aren't you fighting for me?"
"I'm sick of this. I'm done"
"You said you would never leave me"
You said you would never leave me.
I will never find love again.
I guess it's the cat lady life for me after all.
Each Borderline in the world...we're like little grenades. We are beautiful, mysterious little grenades. You have to be careful around us, though...because one wrong move, and it's all over. For real.
I love you.
I hate you but please, please don't leave me.
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