What good does it do to get so goddamned ugly and say such awful things. I swore...i would not do it, this time. I had a plan, I rehearsed it...i tried to stay calm..and still I could not....
I told my therapist, please, please give me something, she said no honey your just depressed...no its more than that and i am sorry you are BPD adverse..but help me please. I have to work and support ...