I want to make him pay for my social anxiety, for my borderline personality disorder, for everything that's wrong with me.
The 17-year-old barely has the time to take two steps before a cutting remark welcomes her into the world of modelling, even if pronounced under the guise of humour.
I don't think you have the first clue what you're talking about.
Post here, more importantly - talk to a good therapist.