" In these coming years, Many things will change, But the way I feel, Will remain the same." Sometimes I sit here, and I think to myself, why am I here? Why am I still trying? Who am I trying for? I feel like my symptoms are getting worse, can that even happen in a mental illness? In BPD? I hurt the ones I love. The mess I will become will leave something to talk about for years to come. Why try. Why fight. No more.