Splitting

My best friend, bless her
But she loves to diagnose me
Like I'm her patient zero
Some enigma
A case study in abnormal psych
Her own personal head case

So she's constantly texting me symptoms of ailments that she thinks I'm afflicted with
The grand solution to why I'm so miserable
Why I can't be happy
See also: why I'm so fucked up.

This week, I have borderline personality disorder.
Symptoms include:
Buzz, buzz
Fears of abandonment
Buzz, buzz
Emotional instability
Buzz
Idealization and devaluation of those close to you
Buzz,buzz
Disturbed sense of identity

All of these things that make perfect sense to her but sound like complete bullshit to me.
I'd like to think that I know myself pretty well.

Click, click, click, click
My fingers respond:
My therapist says I'm just sensitive
That I have a big heart
Click, click, click
That it's not a bad thing to have emotions
Click, click, click
That sometimes you have to take the bad with the good.

Then I shove my phone into my bag
Because I'm so tired of having other people define me.