"All this has happened before. All this will happen again."

technically bsg.

but also this is what red will now say when we get into the same situation again, where i’m so incredibly anxious i get really grumpy and then i rag on her for no good fucking reason and then i decide i’m terrible so she can’t possibly actually love me and then i withdraw and get cold because why would she want to be nice to someone so terrible and then she gets even more sad because i’ve both been mean and won’t cuddle her. 

(as an aside: this situation is frequently caused by HORRIBLE HORRIBLE queer parties where everyone is super thin and white and male and dancing like fucking extremely self conscious monkeys.)

sigh. fuck bpd.