Yet another birthday passed on Sunday. A whole four years almost of this blog, in its various forms... The only way I can rationalise it is if I've got through nineteen years already...then the rest has to be easier...right?
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.