Today I want to hide under my covers, because the world is too scary for me. If I stay under here, then no one can hurt me.
Today I am 22 years old, but deep down I feel 8, and I wish that everyone knew that, because I am too fragile and young to have responsibilities.
Today I worry about my future and my loved ones dying, I worry about how I will cope with bad news that will inevitably come my way. I worry that my parents will never come back, or something bad will happen to my ex-boyfriend, because I know I couldn’t handle it.
Today I feel empty, and not 100% certain of who I am or what I have achieved. I feel like I don’t know where I belong in the world.
Today and every day I struggle with my extreme emotions due to borderline personality disorder and question what I have done to deserve this cruel and lonely diagnosis.
Today will pass, but my traits will not.