I am completely immersed in stillness. I'm hesitant to tell them how I really feel. Every time I consider that I might be to blame for who I am, my thoughts try to murder me. Despite my best efforts, I am always the one who suffers the most while dealing with them. 
I could only get temporary relief from my pain by committing violence against myself.

This book is entirely made up of my own, detailed, uncensored unique quotes and venting place.
I wish I knew how to end this suffering, but I do not. 
BPD is a curse, I feel to much when I shouldn't.

"I'm sick and weary of being used and discarded as if I were garbage."


Chapter 52 - QUOTE 52: USED AND THROWN AWAY