So having a mental illness apparently opens you up to all kinds of sanctioned abuse. You know, you should let it all slip, all that shitty behaviour of theirs should be forgiven no biggie, because someone is putting up with your crazies. Yeah, be grateful that they deal with you and your bpd/bipolar/schizophrenia (you name it) and generously are your boyfriend/girlfriend. There should be a gold plated medal and a parade. And a big, fucking pat on the back. Everyone knows that you don’t deserve love for free,it’s always a big sacrifice that you should appreciate for fuck sake!
Umm, no, go and fuck yourself asshole..
Almost 2am. Sibelius, cup of strawberry and raspberry tea and Book of Kells presentation in the making. One lonely star peering in for companionship. Inked sky and oh so quiet calmness.