"You'll Never Feel READY to Walk Over"

Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.

You've been "getting ready" for two years.

She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.

Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.

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bpd poem

bboyles

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Hey girl how you doing
Doing good now that I’m talking to you
My man don’t care about me so thanks I’m glad you do
You know he hits me; he gave me a black eye too
You’re kidding, wow I feel real sorry for you
It must be hard being all used up and abused
You know I’m not like him or those other dudes
I’m cool; I just want to hang with you
I’ll show you a whole new world
It will be like a Disney cartoon
Escape to my castle, I’ll rescue you

Wow, this guys a fool
Let me stay with him, rent free too
I’ll let him screw me too, just to get back at my dude
After all he’s just like the rest
He claims to be not, but he took off my dress when I asked him too
Oops, maybe your right, should have just let you sleep in the other room
I wanted to keep you though, knew that you needed sex too
Come to think what does that matter, that’s just being a tool

You’re so great babe I love hugging and kissing you
It’s ok that you’re crazy I understand, I am too
Its ok that you think about your stepdad when we screw
I mean I understand I never had a father too
I feel so alone like you, that’s why you’re here
I need you to complete me, I’m insecure too
I love you
I love you too, no matter what

Listen baby, I can’t do this
Your driving me crazy
You claim you love me but your actions don’t say it
I’m like a game, and you like to play it
You’re like a child in a boat, and I’m the only one rowing
And I’m tired of not knowing where I stand
So float off and find your next man


No please don’t leave me!
I’ll get pregnant and have your kiddies
Then you’ll have to keep me
Or at least keep feeding me

I give up, you win
Somehow you still keep sucking me back in
Just use the rest of me up, and move on to your next victim, so that’s what you did
But now I’m free, no longer living in sin, with you, a dream
A figment of my own desire
In reality you just a ***** who conspired
That’s why your treated like a piece of meat because your so easy for the sleazy but anything else is just a fantasy
So smile, I can see your sharp teeth
A pretty little girl that pretends she’s a sheep
 

"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"

You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.

For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.

Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.

The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.

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supremacy

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Hahahahaha love it!

Only someone who has been with a borderline will truly appreciate this...

****ing brings back sore memories though! Sore being the key word!
 

bigneil

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Welcome the the forum fellow BPD expert (and victim).
 
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