Grey is a concept I can't grasp.

from Binging to Starving. from I Love you to I Hate you. from Excessive Sleeping to Insomnia. Grey is a concept I cannot grasp. Experiencing life as a High or Low is what’s been apperceived. BPD. Bleak or Bland. Black or White. The grey ground is my Dead Man’s Land. Satisfaction through any action or emotion is happiness practically fingertips away…… Grey doesn't seem too gloomy if it’s seen as a puffy cloud equipped to drench the world with its invigorating rain. Clothes being drenched without causing anger or despair? how lovely. Sadly I'm all 9 symptoms. I can only see that grey cloud sweeping you away from me, fucking with my mentality and exploding my reactions to the point where what I was trying to communicate became a jumble of misspoken words combined with misinterpreted emotions. I'm truly sorry if I affect you. I'm trying. This is treatable.

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