Where is my life going? I mean it, what is the point to it now? -This is not suicial-
There is no cutting, no drinking, no vices except sugar... I'm currently a well-rounded young lady. So why am I crying? Why do I look longingly at sharp things? Why do I wish none of you met ever heard of or met me?
Stupid damn pills aren't working
About Me
- Nikita
- I'm Nikita and I'm whatever you want me to be. I am a bipolar nothing. A student with no course. I am a writer and a critic. I'm a southerner who strayed north. I read with closed eyes. I take anti-psychotics and mood stabilisers and anti-depressants. My arms are littered with scars. I'm a dreamer who woke up. I am in love. aloha x
My first ever award, Thank you Patricia!
6 comments:
Oh babes...*sends hug*
Same as *sniff*
It'll pass. It always does. Promise. And each time it gets easier, too...
grr
*hugs*
Niki, how boring would it be if you DID know the point of it? Then you'd aim at your goal, achieve it, and then settle down to watch day time telly with nothing else to do. Think about your sailing, and your friends - sailing because that's your passion, your friends because we love you :)
aww, thank you gordon x
You ok, chicken?
alive, i'm alive
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