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Living with BPD</title><subtitle type="html">My daily struggle with Borderline Personality Disorder.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ZGRev" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/zgrev" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQHR3Y4eip7ImA9WhRXGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-8996894997870744076</id><published>2011-12-25T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T19:35:36.832-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-25T19:35:36.832-06:00</app:edited><title>2011 Update</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8996894997870744076/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=8996894997870744076" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/8996894997870744076?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/8996894997870744076?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/19rY-fUByls/2011-update.html" title="2011 Update" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Still Married to Gwen and our child is 2 years old now. I have been on 100mg of Lamictal for a year at least? I imagine that has a big role in my BPD episodes being far less frequent. Don't get me wrong, it still is a daily struggle, but it almost seems somewhat manageable. Since my last post, I would say that I have had maybe 1 violent moment, but the rest of the time has been relatively calm. I
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wYCK6BKybwkXzk-CRKRrs5irK4E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wYCK6BKybwkXzk-CRKRrs5irK4E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/19rY-fUByls" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-update.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQGR38-fSp7ImA9WhZXF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-6818382422591167065</id><published>2011-05-06T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:52:06.155-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-06T22:52:06.155-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bdp" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage counseling" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>A Thank You</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6818382422591167065/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=6818382422591167065" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/6818382422591167065?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/6818382422591167065?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/hQSQeaNap84/thank-you.html" title="A Thank You" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>16</thr:total><content type="html">It was very nice to see some comments come in after my last post. It's always refreshing to know that I am the only one going through life like this. Of course, as a borderline, I tend to focus on the negative. Specifically, the one from "Anonymous" saying "As a child of a mother who has borderline personality disorder I feel the utmost empathy for what you will be putting your child through for 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2lFPAIwR2qw-0d7ebkRGRENxxSg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2lFPAIwR2qw-0d7ebkRGRENxxSg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/ZZ4lcJ4IElQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/alcoholic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcAQHk6fip7ImA9WxRSGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-8329091357520278603</id><published>2008-09-19T22:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:40:41.716-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-19T22:40:41.716-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>The revelation</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8329091357520278603/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=8329091357520278603" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/8329091357520278603?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/8329091357520278603?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/rmGenJp0aro/revelation.html" title="The revelation" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">My, how so many things have changed since my last post. I am here typing this from the house I've been living at for the past month. Gwen's house. Kind of a shocker,huh? Let me try to backtrack a bit. In mid August, I felt like I was finally financially able to afford to move out of Grandma's and into my own place. During this time, Gwen and I had been casually chatting on an almost daily basis. 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vLlhZH27k89Xq9kjEOf6IgqEmDo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vLlhZH27k89Xq9kjEOf6IgqEmDo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/rmGenJp0aro" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/revelation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYEQXk4eip7ImA9WxdWFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-454489782926133411</id><published>2008-07-04T22:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:11:40.732-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-09T23:11:40.732-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>The mexican and the mexican't</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/454489782926133411/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=454489782926133411" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/454489782926133411?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/454489782926133411?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/8zGArshlExQ/i.html" title="The mexican and the mexican't" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">So when I last left you, I promised to tell you the story of the girl I met. Well that didn't last too long, so I'll paraphrase. I met a girl from mexico. She was pretty,smart,never married no kids. She was also here on a tourist visa and had to leave in May. Now I have a problem having a relationship in the same city,much less different countries. For the first few weeks after she went back, I 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QDQs4itIbbhksA8ujuVI76GT-Fk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QDQs4itIbbhksA8ujuVI76GT-Fk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/8zGArshlExQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4MQHk4fCp7ImA9WxdTGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-906509843466313059</id><published>2008-05-15T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:03:01.734-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-15T22:03:01.734-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>Hey there</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/906509843466313059/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=906509843466313059" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/906509843466313059?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/906509843466313059?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/tmEx7W7_gV4/hey-there.html" title="Hey there" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">Just figured I would check in. I'm still alive and haven't gone off the deep end,lol. My last post was in January and all in all, things have been ok. I ended the relationship with Gwen for good a long time ago. We still talk from time to time, but its strictly as friends. I noticed I received quite a few comments from my "wake up call" post, mostly negative, but it's cool, its just others 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DibUKOoIUgUzhmWwLKgaMPehn7o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DibUKOoIUgUzhmWwLKgaMPehn7o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/tmEx7W7_gV4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-there.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EFR3w9cCp7ImA9WB9aF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-5573929616823414182</id><published>2008-01-07T04:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T05:33:36.268-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-07T05:33:36.268-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cheating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>The Wake Up Call</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5573929616823414182/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=5573929616823414182" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/5573929616823414182?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/5573929616823414182?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/Qa4zGvTSvVE/wake-up-call.html" title="The Wake Up Call" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>16</thr:total><content type="html">Alright, so maybe I didn't follow through on my plan to post more frequently. Today I'll try to recap what has been going on in the past month. I guess I need to preface this post by explaining something. Last summer, I met a girl, whom I'll refer to as Gwen. She quickly became one of my closest friends, but it wasn't your typical friendship. She was a "friend with benefits" but also extremely 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BrPE0shSJHXdZO2ClENrHzz-Pis/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BrPE0shSJHXdZO2ClENrHzz-Pis/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/Qa4zGvTSvVE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/wake-up-call.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4ARX8-fSp7ImA9WB9UEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-3086343659519448374</id><published>2007-12-07T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:19:04.155-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-07T21:19:04.155-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depakote" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>I'm back</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3086343659519448374/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=3086343659519448374" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/3086343659519448374?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/3086343659519448374?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/0e-DhOR5rIo/im-back.html" title="I'm back" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">wow,  I can't believe its been so long since I last posted. I'm not really sure why I've been reluctant to do so. Wait, I remember, I was dating a girl in October who found my blog. Obviously I'm not going to post whats really going on just to have her read it. Anyhow, that ended a few weeks back, so here I am again. Work has been keeping me very occupied, which is a good thing for me. I find 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IeGDVg29j_Uh10wn3dQdxetHPoY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IeGDVg29j_Uh10wn3dQdxetHPoY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/0e-DhOR5rIo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEBQ3w6fCp7ImA9WB9RE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-1995658070550952822</id><published>2007-10-13T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:24:12.214-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-13T21:24:12.214-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amanda byrne" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suicide" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>The excuse</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1995658070550952822/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=1995658070550952822" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/1995658070550952822?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/1995658070550952822?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/1MfAmuu7XaQ/excuse.html" title="The excuse" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Weekend with the kids started today. Amanda Byrne from Nickelodeon fame was in down promoting her new clothes line and I thought it would be cool for my daughter to meet her. Got the autograph and said hello, so aside from waiting in line 2 hours, it was fun. After lunch and a nap, we went to the movies and then before you know it, it was bedtime. After the kids are in bed, I am pretty much just 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NDLw1U38ZYilaEzrpmIgi0v5kzQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NDLw1U38ZYilaEzrpmIgi0v5kzQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/1MfAmuu7XaQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/excuse.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04FRnozeyp7ImA9WB9REU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-7837377306979056543</id><published>2007-10-11T07:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:31:57.483-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-11T07:31:57.483-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>The updates</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7837377306979056543/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=7837377306979056543" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/7837377306979056543?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/7837377306979056543?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/ANTE7j1y8Sc/updates.html" title="The updates" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">I didn't realize how long its been since my last post. Pretty crazy the last few weeks, no pun intended. Quick recap, started the new job on October 1st and so far so good. With my I.T. background, I've been having to spend the last few days doing computer stuff though. I designed our website and helped them select and install equipment. I'm hoping that they will take all this into consideration 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Mpa1Dibguk2VZ3xAG-DklUfG0cY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Mpa1Dibguk2VZ3xAG-DklUfG0cY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/ANTE7j1y8Sc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/updates.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIBQnsyfyp7ImA9WB9TFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-4829095862336203390</id><published>2007-09-21T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T15:45:53.597-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-21T15:45:53.597-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="married" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cheat" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="father" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="affair" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>The reminiscing</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4829095862336203390/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=4829095862336203390" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/4829095862336203390?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/4829095862336203390?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/Tp2srujVaC4/reminiscing.html" title="The reminiscing" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">I was going over some of my old posts and reminiscing, if you will. I realized that it's been about four months now since I last spoke to my father. In this time I have heard not a word from him. No attempt to contact me, nothing. I didn't expect him too try and honestly even if he did I know I would ignore it, but still. It really shows what kind of a person he is. I'm just glad that he didn't 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GT18wE_vzNFV77DTt694Iiz100Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GT18wE_vzNFV77DTt694Iiz100Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/Tp2srujVaC4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/reminiscing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMBRn8zeSp7ImA9WB9TEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-6556155280150358866</id><published>2007-09-19T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:14:17.181-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-19T21:14:17.181-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>The sex</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6556155280150358866/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=6556155280150358866" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/6556155280150358866?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/6556155280150358866?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/uRddLRaEh2w/sex.html" title="The sex" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">I realized something today that I guess I never really thought of before. I realized that when it comes to sex, I'm much more interested in convincing the girl to sleep with me, then I am in the act itself. It's like I seduce a woman and it's great. Then say we start dating and it's a month down the road, I start to lose interest. Not in the girl necessarily, but in having sex with her. Is this 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9CF5Z4JpKcD553ls9TeDXCtoTOM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9CF5Z4JpKcD553ls9TeDXCtoTOM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/uRddLRaEh2w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/sex.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08DQH06eyp7ImA9WB9TEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-5185555761059626595</id><published>2007-09-17T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:17:51.313-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-17T21:17:51.313-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insomnia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleep" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>The sleep</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5185555761059626595/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=5185555761059626595" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/5185555761059626595?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/5185555761059626595?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/QnlCeFkSrx4/sleep.html" title="The sleep" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I slept a full 7.5 hours last night. Unless I was passed out drunk, I haven't slept this long in months. As obvious as it may sound, I think the key to this was keeping myself busy throughout the day so I wouldn't take naps out of boredom. Also, instead of being up on the computer right up to bedtime, I shut it off earlier and read for a good 20 minutes. Hopefully it will repeat itself tonight. I
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Cp0qV_5fAN4UoyptcmszZ37y1Wc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Cp0qV_5fAN4UoyptcmszZ37y1Wc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/QnlCeFkSrx4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/sleep.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AARX84eyp7ImA9WB5aGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-8836912255028815816</id><published>2007-09-15T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T20:22:24.133-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-15T20:22:24.133-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="henry hill" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goodfellas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>The Goodfella</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8836912255028815816/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=8836912255028815816" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/8836912255028815816?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/8836912255028815816?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/t7m7fGv0uoM/goodfella.html" title="The Goodfella" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">It's been a pretty rough week, for no real reason. I have been feeling down, I am always tired and I spend a good amount of my free time lying in bed looking up at the ceiling in a daze. If I can get 6 hours of sleep a night, its a great thing. Since I'm always tired, I end up taking naps throughout the day. I think alot of it has to do with boredom. I think back to maybe 2 years ago. I felt so 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Iblxc7v8Wdp-PoNvxIwJ-Pg15FU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Iblxc7v8Wdp-PoNvxIwJ-Pg15FU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/t7m7fGv0uoM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/goodfella.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIDQ34_eip7ImA9WB5aEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-8826185229797171897</id><published>2007-09-07T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:56:12.042-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-07T20:56:12.042-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>The reflection</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8826185229797171897/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=8826185229797171897" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/8826185229797171897?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/8826185229797171897?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/XTsbNARDBH4/reflection.html" title="The reflection" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">"There is no such thing as the perfect person." This simple piece of advice was given to me by my therapist last year and has stuck with me. The problem is, the disconnect between understanding this and actually applying it. You know what I want in a woman? The biggest thing I want is attractiveness. I could really care less what she does for a living, if she's smart, etc, I just want her to be 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O9t-rDnVVPCBCzddFVEORZDizwo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O9t-rDnVVPCBCzddFVEORZDizwo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/XTsbNARDBH4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/reflection.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYFR3w5fSp7ImA9WB5bFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-1845176322001200029</id><published>2007-09-01T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T19:48:36.225-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-01T19:48:36.225-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>The journey</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1845176322001200029/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=1845176322001200029" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/1845176322001200029?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/1845176322001200029?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/4wkT7tjzbcQ/journey.html" title="The journey" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">I found two things out last night. I found out that it was too soon for me to be dating anyone and I found out that I still have a long road to recovery. It all started awhile back when a girl i used to date got in touch with me again. We talked on the phone awhile and  caught up on each others life. We agreed to get together Friday night. The plan was to get a few drinks and then go bowling. I 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7ICZtIsSvsqYwAyJ7qcPp5DMRoA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7ICZtIsSvsqYwAyJ7qcPp5DMRoA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/4wkT7tjzbcQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/journey.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YBRnw8cSp7ImA9WB5bFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-2116488630186158493</id><published>2007-08-30T05:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T05:52:37.279-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-30T05:52:37.279-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>The gift</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2116488630186158493/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=2116488630186158493" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/2116488630186158493?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/2116488630186158493?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/tr9ws-iTbqM/gift.html" title="The gift" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Its kind of funny how things have a way of working out. I had a few jobs yesterday and as I was driving back from one of them, I had to drive past my school. I saw students walking to and from class and it really got me down that I was not one of them. I tried to shake it off the rest of the day, but it seemed to be in the back of my mind throughout the rest of the day. I even had thoughts of 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VbSZcgfHqfrRUyq-F7zArxDv3Ig/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VbSZcgfHqfrRUyq-F7zArxDv3Ig/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/tr9ws-iTbqM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/gift.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08CQ386cCp7ImA9WB5bE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-6446103573122787185</id><published>2007-08-28T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:57:42.118-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-28T22:57:42.118-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anxiety" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>The delete</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6446103573122787185/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=6446103573122787185" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/6446103573122787185?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/6446103573122787185?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/C5zBWf1Avn4/delete.html" title="The delete" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">It has been suggested that I have an addiction to women. What does an addict do when they try to get better? They cut off access to whatever it is they are addicted to. This is what I did today. I started by changing my phone number. Then I gave my number out only to "safe" people. This would be family, friends and girls I didn't have or won't have any history with. Finally I deleted all the 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/23T-8dBQsdfybwTlkFcD8s4KAws/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/23T-8dBQsdfybwTlkFcD8s4KAws/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/C5zBWf1Avn4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/delete.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMSXs4eyp7ImA9WB5bEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-5241978293483992187</id><published>2007-08-27T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:31:28.533-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-27T21:31:28.533-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alcholism" /><title>The drunk</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5241978293483992187/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=5241978293483992187" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/5241978293483992187?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/5241978293483992187?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/iYKu-1ZF3Ks/drunk.html" title="The drunk" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Today was what should have been my first day back to school. Since I can't go until the Fall II semester, I  spent most of the day in bed, depressed. I felt like I wanted to cry, but the tears just wouldn't come. I guess I was mad at myself more than anything...mad for blowing money when i should have used it for school. oh well, whats done is done and I cant do anything about it. Anyhow, I lost 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XHcpEnpuxrJBckKYy6tfrOc0fzM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XHcpEnpuxrJBckKYy6tfrOc0fzM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/iYKu-1ZF3Ks" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/drunk.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcCQ348cSp7ImA9WB5UFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-6502528025520749790</id><published>2007-08-19T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T18:44:22.079-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-19T18:44:22.079-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>The broke</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6502528025520749790/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=6502528025520749790" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/6502528025520749790?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/6502528025520749790?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/nimv5Ur2BYE/broke.html" title="The broke" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">So I stopped by my kids house Saturday morning to pick them up for the weekend. Their mom opens the door and starts bawling. Saying how she can't afford daycare and how its so hard doing it alone. I immediately felt guilty. I told her that I would be right back, went to the nearest ATM, withdrew most of the money I had saved up for school and gave it to her. During this whole time, it was as if I
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pGtZw2GTyBQFLnye0a0XrahzEfs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pGtZw2GTyBQFLnye0a0XrahzEfs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/nimv5Ur2BYE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/broke.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4GQHg6cCp7ImA9WB5UEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-6279010914186574396</id><published>2007-08-15T00:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:15:21.618-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-15T00:15:21.618-05:00</app:edited><title>The sobriety part 2</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6279010914186574396/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=6279010914186574396" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/6279010914186574396?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/6279010914186574396?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/1VmEs1e3cbg/sobriety-part-2.html" title="The sobriety part 2" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Another sober day in the books. I have to admit, it was nice to wake up this morning and not feel like crap. The question is, how long can I keep this up? My problem is that when I do things, like drink/eat junk food, I go all out. No moderation whatsoever, all or nothing. I think the fact that school is starting soon and I basically blew my tuition on alcohol is really starting to sink in. Kind 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FinDmcRWCcpgKnRUeZJiGBPwQEU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FinDmcRWCcpgKnRUeZJiGBPwQEU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/1VmEs1e3cbg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/sobriety-part-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YEQHc5eSp7ImA9WB5UEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-4211623172393983791</id><published>2007-08-13T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:11:41.921-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-13T22:11:41.921-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alcohol" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>The sobriety</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4211623172393983791/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=4211623172393983791" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/4211623172393983791?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/4211623172393983791?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/bUXTMWVfWQM/sobriety.html" title="The sobriety" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Good news. Today is the first time i haven't had a drink in about a week. I drank for a good 4 hours yesterday and spent most of today feeling like crap. I look back at the money I spent on alcohol the last month and I could have easily paid my tuition with it. Lets see what else is going on...I talked to Sybil a few times yesterday. I don't really remember much of what was said. Chatted with her
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d7MQkWwzyfL65tZcnBdTcFhphsg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d7MQkWwzyfL65tZcnBdTcFhphsg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~4/bUXTMWVfWQM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/sobriety.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQEQH84fSp7ImA9WB5VGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7069708362273200712.post-2665113540769636602</id><published>2007-08-12T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T11:48:21.135-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-12T11:48:21.135-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bpd" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="borderline personality disorder" /><title>The break up</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://borderlinepersonalityblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2665113540769636602/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7069708362273200712&amp;postID=2665113540769636602" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/2665113540769636602?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7069708362273200712/posts/default/2665113540769636602?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ZGRev/~3/S7t7lPbEyMg/break-up.html" title="The break up" /><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01689011518779715349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Don't know how else to but it, but the wedding is off. I guess it was bound to happen. What really started things off was when her ex husband came into town this past Thursday. I called her just to see how she was doing and I got her voicemail. No big deal, left her a message. An hour had gone by and I hadn't heard from her, so I called again and got the voicemail. Sent a text..no response. More 
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