Aaaaaaaargh best-friend break-ups are the worst. I lost my best friend too. We were friends for like twenty years. I wouldn’t wish that pain on anyone else.

I have borderline-personality disorder and rapid-cycling bipolar. When I get mad, I become a completely different, nasty version of myself... it almost feels like an alcoholic black-out in some ways. That feeling of waking up after saying something regrettable and vitriolic... it sucks. I don’t actually like hurting…

So this just happened a week ago and I need a space to vent about it since therapy isn’t for a few days, feel free to scroll past: my so-called activist friend made a joke about black people getting shot. As in, ha-ha, my sense of humor is so zany, “if I were a black person I would have gotten shot by now for being…