You know you're BPD when your family asks if you had your period a week or two ago, and you tell them no and tell them that's just you, normal.
You also know you're BPD when your friend (who you are convinced hates you deep down and has abandoned you) hangs out with a mutual friend the night before. She told you that she was busy with work until mid August, and now she's a liar and a b###%, because she was so busy and MUST have just said that to you so you'd leave her alone. You want to delete her off of Facebook, especially the family section where she's listed as your sister, your phone, and your life. In fact, you want to do that with everyone you know, just so you can see who really cares and who doesn't. Then you find out that your mutual friend just dropped by her apartment and that the plan wasn't to go out without you, it was just that your mutual friend is pushy and probably forced her out of her apartment. You're now sitting on the couch laughing at this situation while drinking Ovaltine chocolate milk (despite it being more calories than it's worth).









