I really just need to know you're there. You come back tomorrow, I can give you another two days can't I?

I told my emergency contact girl who I've been texting multiple times instead, that I had bpd and she still she wanted to be my friend and support me and to not worry about burning her out. That I wasn't a burden- and one of the nicest people she had met even if I couldn't see that myself. Reading that made me cry.