[picklewheeze]

My wall is strong but flexible. I bend I bounce I flex, re-shape. Ill fit where ever I'm needed but I will not break. No one will see my messy insides. Just beneath my wall lies my cytoplasm, thick and boggy. Bits and pieces stick here there and everywhere. Memories, feelings, ideas and personalities. Then in the middle, my nucleus. My black hole. This should be my identity, my brain, my driving force. But its not. Its a deep and silent inhospitable environment. Slowly it will suck in our cytoplasm and everything it entails till we have nothing left but a limp, dried out wall with nothing left to protect.

[Altinak]

Just thought I'd mention that my boyfriend said I needed to stop using my "bubble" (cell) to protect me, and start using it to protect the relationship.

*Sigh* Borderline is difficult.

[The_little_didgee]

I like the imagery. It reminds me of a shrivelled up animal cell in a hypertonic solution. Reviving the cell can be established by immersing it in an isotonic solution and fixing the malfunctioning nuclear membrane or nucleolemma that is letting anything and everything in.

[picklewheeze]

Yeah, its not great. Not my usual kind of imagery, but it just fits the disorder quite well.