I don't want to talk about it now.

But we have to talk about it anyhow


can't help but feel responsible.
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Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) is a serious mental illness characterized by pervasive instability in moods, interpersonal relationships, self-image, and behavior. This instability often disrupts family and work life, long-term planning, and the individual's sense of self-identity. Originally thought to be at the "borderline" of psychosis, people with BPD suffer from a disorder of emotion regulation. While less well known than schizophrenia or bipolar disorder (manic-depressive illness), BPD is more common, affecting 2 percent of adults, mostly young women.1 There is a high rate of self-injury without suicide intent, as well as a significant rate of suicide attempts and completed suicide in severe cases.2,3 Patients often need extensive mental health services, and account for 20 percent of psychiatric hospitalizations.4 Yet, with help, many improve over time and are eventually able to lead productive lives.(lolololol. I'm doing just fine.)
Symptoms

While a person with depression or bipolar disorder typically endures the same mood for weeks, a person with BPD may experience intense bouts of anger, depression, and anxiety that may last only hours, or at most a day.5 These may be associated with episodes of impulsive aggression, self-injury, and drug or alcohol abuse. Distortions in cognition and sense of self can lead to frequent changes in long-term goals, career plans, jobs, friendships, gender identity, and values. Sometimes people with BPD view themselves as fundamentally bad, or unworthy. They may feel unfairly misunderstood or mistreated, bored, empty, and have little idea who they are. Such symptoms are most acute when people with BPD feel isolated and lacking in social support, and may result in frantic efforts to avoid being alone.

People with BPD often have highly unstable patterns of social relationships. While they can develop intense but stormy attachments, their attitudes towards family, friends, and loved ones may suddenly shift from idealization (great admiration and love) to devaluation (intense anger and dislike). Thus, they may form an immediate attachment and idealize the other person, but when a slight separation or conflict occurs, they switch unexpectedly to the other extreme and angrily accuse the other person of not caring for them at all. Even with family members, individuals with BPD are highly sensitive to rejection, reacting with anger and distress to such mild separations as a vacation, a business trip, or a sudden change in plans. These fears of abandonment seem to be related to difficulties feeling emotionally connected to important persons when they are physically absent, leaving the individual with BPD feeling lost and perhaps worthless. Suicide threats and attempts may occur along with anger at perceived abandonment and disappointments.

People with BPD exhibit other impulsive behaviors, such as excessive spending, binge eating and risky sex. BPD often occurs together with other psychiatric problems, particularly bipolar disorder, depression, anxiety disorders, substance abuse, and other personality disorders.
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I have to be up in four hours for a ten hour work day...boo.
conor oberst
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I get so sad when people that used to love me are out of my life for good.

I think I have to stop hanging out with Johnny too and that upsets me.




L0ve you all.

this is the truth, you are a duck.
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I used to make icons a long time ago.








If you want to see the awesome photoshoot I used for the first two, click here: http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v38/pennie_layne/icons/Pictures/
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ha!
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tipidor13 (2:38:49 AM): are you not slleping with me?
tipidor13 (2:38:55 AM): that sounds worng
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keep the stars all to ourselves
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just leave me alone
Between You and Kelly McConathy

 
Kelly McConathy
Today at 9:13pm
i told my parents that you've at least talked about harming matt's car. if you attempt anything to any of my property,or anything remotely related to harming my stuff (online or otherwise), my parents said they are pressing charges/getting a restraining order.

and if you harm matt's stuff, i will testify against you, based on the plans/ideas i've heard.

figured i'd get that out of the way. i don't trust you for a second when you aren't my friend. i can barely trust you when you are.
you are a psychopath and you need help.


 
Today at 9:21pm
i'm sorry, do I care enough about you to deface your shit?
 
Today at 9:22pm
and you can at least defriend me on facebook first, before threatening me with lawsuits.

fail.

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What I really should've said is that unlike Matthew Bradley, I've never defaced any property that didn't belong to me. What do you think?
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private -- makes no sense; ignore me.
wristcutters // smile
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“I’m lonely,” she said, looking around at her room. It was full of things, beautiful dresses and books and things.

Her hair was dyed black. They’d tried to cover up her blonde to bring it closer to her natural brown, and it’d gone much farther. But she didn’t mind, she loved it. She usually brushed them into two pigtails that bobbed when she danced, or when she shook them for no reason other than to see them move.

She was doing stupid things, quitting her job, cutting herself. She had her friends’ support, godlovethemall, but really, she was a lazy thing. She didn’t need to cut herself, she wasn’t like the others. They needed it. She was a fraud.

The drugs don’t work, she told herself. She walked places. She was broke. Not like she had no money, she wasn’t impoverished. She had a house and a safe place to sleep every night and great parents and great family. She was just broke, in danger of that $37 over draft fee because she’d go out sometimes even though she didn’t want to. She wasn’t going out every night, just when her friends were in town.

 

                She didn’t have any real friends, she was too busy trying to move forward. I swear, I’ll get a job. She said. Last night she got out a pack of crayons (She couldn’t find her pens and hated to use pencils – they were so led and natural, although she supposed they were all natural, or something) and circled a bunch of job listings and she can’t drive and she circled them in purple and red and blue and the colors didn’t mean anything.

She fell asleep watching Futurama. She loves you.

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