Knowing I am failing is enough to set me a little over the edge, but in tears and in shock. But having a raging girl who has taken 2 psychology classes tell me that I have dependent personality disorder shot me up so high that I could physically feel the anger in my body. When I feel this anger my first thought is “ just fucking kill yourself, do it because I am done with her and I am so done with life” but I calm down but only enough to ignore my suicidal thoughts. I have a psychiatrist who would have told me if I had a personality disorder and I have had one for 5 years straight. I see a therapist and she would have broughten it up in the last 5 years. So fuck off bitch. Before any judgements made, yes she knows I see a psychiatrist and a therapist but who the fuck is she to tell me what I have. And the thing is, is that I shoudnt be so angry at something I don’t believe I have because it has no meaning. But I’m raging in anger and hatred, where does anyone who is not a specialist get the right to tell me I have a disorder and then pretend like that’s okay. No I decided to ask for space and not talk to you. I can tell she is trying to turn the situation around because I was trying to get her attention because her *(baby) needed something and I know she saw me. So instead I did nothing until she said what I needed. Like guys she is now trying to play the I need space. Yea space from yourself, space from your bullying, and space from every other sentence you say.

I am not a hateful person I have never disliked a person like this. As an adult I would have thought this would have been a high school issue, but no she want to keep playing her game, keep being that bully, and keep playing the victim card. So once I have moved out I will never talk to her again and I’m not going to explain why to her. Because telling her why may be even worse then not telling her.