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My NYR is to spend more time naked
I had never seen a naked 92-year-old before, but that is how I met Joe. Joe was the first guy I saw wandering around Sydney's busiest nudist beach. It was a rather odd moment. Joe was casually filling his water bottle up at a fountain right in front of me and I was trying to hide behind a Magazine Wolverine on the front cover. He took one look at me and burst out laughing.
Hello Donald, It will stay in my memory forever the moment I found out you had won. It was Winter. I had finished an intense workout in a fitness first gym in Bournemouth and was feeling pretty confident the results would end in Hilary’s favour. So, when I picked up my phone and read that it was you who had won I was slightly taken aback.
I Accepted my BPD with a Tattoo.
I’m doomed. I should leave. How far can one go with £34 in the bank? These were my diary entries on the night I googled Borderline personality disorder. It had been a difficult year. I was 24, living in London and heartbroken. I had this gorgeous creature, who said he loved me and wanted to build a future with me at his side. Something, inside me, convinced me he was lying. An intense fear that he would abandon me engulfed me & I broke his heart by constantly pushing him away. Until that evening, sat down in front of my laptop, typing my fears into Google I’d never had any explanation as to why I was wired to fear a connection.