Favorite Person Syndrome: Like Heroin, But With More Crying in the Fridge
When your Favorite Person is your emotional oxygen, even a “k” text can trigger a full-blown spiral. This post dives into the chaos of FP dynamics with BPD—equal parts glitter, panic, and fridge-based crying.
Well, What Did I Do?
A snarky, emotionally spicy reflection on accountability, mental health, and the fine line between protecting yourself and projecting onto others. It’s not a meltdown—it’s a spicy audit of behavior, featuring duct-taped feelings, glittery self-awareness, and the question that always hits hardest: Well… what did I do?
Split Happens, and Now You’re Dead to me.
Splitting isn’t drama—it’s emotional whiplash with a flair for chaos. One minute you’re soulmates, the next you’re rewriting their character arc as a villain. This post dives into the messy truth of BPD splitting, accountability, and why Split Happens—but I happen louder.
“Too Much” is my Love Language
I’ve been labeled “too much” more times than my German Shepherd has judged my coping mechanisms. But here’s the truth: emotional intensity isn’t a flaw—it’s a feature. This post is for anyone who’s ever been told to tone it down, shrink it back, or soften the edges. Spoiler: I won’t. And neither should you.