I have enough experience of being put through the wringer by a BPD witch to really play with them now. For the most part I try and use that for a little bit of good, passing on advice to people who are quivering wrecks following their own trainwreck.

But today, a BPD girl tried to blame everyone for leaving her, rather than her own shitty behavior for causing it. So, well, I had a polite word.

What followed was interesting...

I'll spare you the full details, unless you want them, but I liked this one.I can't stand Borderlines and their pity plays, so it was kind of a pleasure.

I actually went out halfway through the conversation and privately hoped to come back to 75 messages of pure madness. It was just two, but it was enough...

"I’ll give you one last piece of advice. Because I’ve been out for coffee and come back to find you’ve Borderlined all over the floor.

I had forgotten about you, because well, you really are just another stereotype.

Tomorrow, when you’re off your ‘ledge’, screenshot this whole conversation.

Take it to your therapist and register the look of total disappointment in their eyes.

You girls are like Goths. You try so hard to be different that you end up exactly the same. You have no nuance. It’s all in your head.

But I expect you to do exactly what you’ve done, rewrite facts with your feelings so that you’re not a loser and everybody is cheering your name.

The alternative is just too scary, isn’t it?

Goodnight."

I know, it's like bragging about punching the fat kid from three years below. But if there's one thing in life I don't like it's a righteous Borderline.