Please.
Not entirely sure that I'm entirely well. Right now. But I can't seem to tell anyone.
Tweezers? I mean, fucking tweezer? THAT's what I picked... Knife wasn't sharp enough. Chemist too far away.
So Nikita, in her infinite wisdom, decides to carve out bits of her ankle with a pair of black Primark tweezers.
This is really living, my friends.
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!
5 comments:
((((Nikita))))your few words say so much. Please know you are not alone.
Thank you Patricia. *hugs*
*hugs*
Hey Niki, you know where I am, x
*hugs* - thanks Kat.
Thank you Katie. x
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