having bpd in the middle ages must have been crazy like ”fuckfuckfuckfcufkc she hasnt returned my letter she hates me fuck” but the messenger had just gotten killed by a boar in the woods or some shit
i’ve tried being gentle about it i’ve tried being violent about it i’ve tried being patient i’ve tried being angry i’ve tried writing about it talking about it staying quiet about it but i was never able to understand it