And I don't even know why. But I hate myself. Beyond hate. I hate myself more than anyone else in the world. I am my worst enemy. I told my T that I don't deserve help, that I just deserve to live in misery. And it's true. I'm a terrible person.

I don't know why I'm posting this here... maybe because it's one of the symptoms of BPD... but I just want to know someone can relate. I hate my constant changing moods, my need to control everything in anyway that I can. I hate every fiber of my being.

I don't know what's wrong with me....