I can’t tell if this is peace or indifference. Things rarely move me anymore.
When you feel like dying, then you get attention from someone you like and suddenly life is awesome. Stupid BPD.
I’ve become a recluse in my home. I can’t leave unless someone accompanies me.
I can’t bring myself to communicate, even with people who need me. I feel like a shitty person, but I just can’t do it, don’t know why.