Introduction

I am real.

That you mustn't forget.

Please.

You might think I'm not. You might try to tag me into a mould that will not exactly fit me.

Anorexic.
Emo.
Gothic.
Punk.
Cutter.
Self-harmer.
Obsessive-compulsive.
Victim.
Liar.
Attention whore.

I might be some of those. Others, I'm not at all. But I am exactly none.

I am an eighteen year old girl locked up in a tiny town, a horrible country, a conservative family. I am a teenager, I am liberal, I am an amateur writer, I am... whatever you might want to call me.

And I am a Borderline Personality Disorder sufferer.

I have been told a diary could help me, because there's no cure for my disease. You can't see it, and you might think it doesn't exist. But it does, oh god it does.

Later on, I may explain how I live my disorder like.

But this is just me.

Welcome to my life.