... so I shall blog about it.
I had a weird dream. I always have weird dreams. In last night's dream, people were holding me down. I'm not sure why. But they were screaming mean things at me and hitting me. And my mum and dad just watched. It wasn't a nice dream but I've heard worse. I spent today in bed, in my pajamas (I have had a shower, I promise!) My mum left me a sausage roll, probably foreseeing it was going to be a bad day and knew I couldn't bring myself to make anything proper for lunch. My head is very cloudy today and I'm not making much sense. I'm also very irrational. I noticed we had no potatoes and for some reason, this really upset me. I sat on the kitchen floor and cried at the lack of potatoes. This is where my dog found me. She nudged my legs as if to say "Get up!" where she followed me to my room and stayed with me for a while, sleeping at my feet. I love my puppy. I then got upset that I couldn't muster the energy to play with her. I decided I'm a bad owner and the RSPCA were going to come and get me and take me to prison and I'd never see my puppy again. My sister took ages to come home from school and I decided it was because I'm a bad sister and she hates me. She's home now and she informed me she'd stayed behind in school to do her english homework. So now I feel like an idiot for getting p!ssy with her. I keep reading blogs about University students, just because I've decided to torment myself today about the life I should of had before BPD. Today I'm also pissed off I have "emerging" BPD. Wtf is that supposed to mean? BPD is a caterpillar waiting to emerge into a beautiful butterfly? So my BPD is just emerging. Could of fooled me, I feels like I have full blown BPD. With great big huge fuc%ing wings! I just wish it was bed time so I could take my evening meds and fall into a lovely Serquel-induced sleep.

You know you have BPD when you get upset at a sack of potatoes abandoning you.
Oh well, it isn't the first and it definitely won't be the last!