bpdbabie:

something neurotypicals really don’t comprehend about bpd:

the person you think I am doesn’t exist.

I mold myself and become a different version depending on you. it’s personalized but it’s not real – even I don’t know who I am without someone accompanying me. at most I’m somewhat of a chameleon, adapting to my surroundings as some kind of messed up coping method

(Source: serotnin)