Farewell

It's the end of a story that never started. A story that had no middle part, no joy, no happiness. Only dreams, while awake. We never met, we didn't know the true self of each other and it turns out it was for the best.

Now, the story will become history, put away in the drawer of memories. We will never talk about it again, just like adults do.

We will move on, from something that was not even a dot on our line of life. 

I did all the craziness you would hate. I wanted you to hate me. And I probably managed it. You ask what BPD is. It is exactly this. Self - destruction.

I hope I m doing this well at least.

Farewell.