#actualyborderline

Everytime I have the gall to feel dissatisfaction At the cataclysmic pass rate I've achieved That familiar little advice pops into my inbox The one that implies little confidence is elixir That unlocks all your widest dreams and reels them in And makes all forms of loneliness redundant Of course there's a little summant in that But I've been stargazing over the past few nights, and I wonder...

Is it so bad that It gets a little exhausting at times? I know, lift your head high and all that Take it from me: I've mastered the art Of a love so selfish; Narcissus would blush But it's still a blow to your entire life When your baby grimaces at your whole being

Cos it's not the isolation that stings That's a wound well and truly self-inflicted I'm not broken up about breaking up either It's the idea I've gone diving with the sharks again And for the all the gashes and cuts, I've come up cheap First Gold, then pounds and now merely pennies

It's that feeling that years of love won't protect you From your special one treating you like chewing gum Just something to be spat out, when the flavours unfamiliar They'll listen to enough whispers in the grapevine Start to see your low maintenance in incredible highs Start to tickle your guilt: For the unforgivable sin of being

No matter how intense our love had been No matter the years of memories and affection we've built It can all come undone in a matter of minutes Cos my autisticness starts to become noticeable Cos after a bad day, my disorders are too intense "Why can't you perform these ultimately inconsequential Social acts exactly the same as everyone else?" That's an easy one: Cos no one's cared before you honey

That's the part that really starts to sting Where a soap opera really turns into a tragedy You can make yourself better if you're an arsehole You can spruce yourself up if you've gotten in a rut But how does one feasibly address a review like that? Time and time again romance only serves to prove You're only good for a temporary pit stop A source of thrill and spills, before it's back to work Cos no one like you is forever

So my god, how I got self love in abundance I got time for a staring contest with my reflection But the fact I gotta reserve so much love from myself Cos there's no chance I'm getting any from my lovers I daydream of the day that love comes with no drama With someone who doesn't wince at my neurology

your personality isn’t even fully developed until a certain age

if you’re young and concerned about your mental health, that’s okay... just don’t go saying “I do _____, so I must have ____!” You are not a mental health expert. If you think something‘s wrong then there probably is something wrong, but you don’t need to jump the gun and diagnose yourself. What you experience is valid, but just because you relate to a diagnosis and have some symptoms doesn’t mean you 100%, without a doubt, have that disorder.

I believe in self-diagnosis when you’re looking for support for more common things such as anxiety and depression, especially since those can be symptoms of others disorders, so I’m not dissing on that entirely.

Do: utilize the internet and find coping strategies for certain symptoms you may be experiencing, look for help if possible

Don’t: go around telling everyone you have a specific disorder and know everything about it when you’ve never been told that by a professional.

Personality disorders are extremely complex, so much so that some psychologists don’t even like giving a pd diagnosis. If you don’t have a psychology degree you really shouldn’t be diagnosising yourself with something like that.