This blog post is so Borderline.

It was either this or a picture of a giraffe, but I feel like this is more applicable.

It was either this or a picture of a giraffe. I feel like this is more applicable.

I am sitting at my parents’ house with not much to do, so let’s talk about Borderline Personality Disorder for a second.

I was diagnosed with BPD last February, following a period of impulsive sex, drug use, alcohol use, and overall chaos-creating behaviors. It was humiliating. Books about “dealing” with the Borderline in your life have names like, I Hate You — Don’t Leave Me, Stop Walking on Eggshells, and Stop Caretaking the Borderline or Narcissist: How to End the Drama and Get On with Life. Borderlines in film range from the not-so-crazy Winona Rider in Girl, Interrupted, to her totally batshit ward-mate, Angelina Jolie. And then there’s Fatal Attraction, where the Borderline lead character acts like this.

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