For the borderline, identity is graded on a curve. Who she is (and what she does) today determines her worth, with little regard to what has come before. The borderline allows herself no laurels on which to rest. Like Sisyphus, she is doomed to roll the boulder repeatedly up the hill, needing to prove herself over and over again. Self-esteem is only attained through impressing others, so pleasing others becomes critical to loving herself.
kendrick lamar - real
(Fuck everything man) That’s what my conscience said
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience is dead
Action speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead.
How u gonna skip “And now the only guidance that I have is splattered on cement”