life is poetry, i write like at least a few poems a day, they are practicly what i live by...i love to dance, lyrical is my style...and i also like to prty *woooot*...when i dont feel so depressed =/ I dont know WERE YOU ARE...or what happened to you... one day you were GONE...i miss you and love you... you were one of my best friends...
Dislikes:
how much it hurts when i think of the past. and that i am alone...and cant help it...
HATE TO LOVE THE BLOOD they made fun of me in class one day, as the teacher noticed he took the 4 of us out of class and demanded us talk it out...embarissed, the 3 of them all started to laph...i stood next to the edge of the rouph outside wall of the class room, and siad as they laphed, you dont understand... this isnt even a wall to me anymore, at a glacnce it is merly just another sharp object...they laphed...you dont belive the wall is sharp? i asked calmly as they laphed...ok....i pressed my wrist cold agianst the wall, lifted i up a few inches, and then will all my force, slid it down, pushing as hard as i could...they stopped laphing...and one of the girls covered her moulth, i guess she never thought i accualy did what they were making fun of me for...she lifted my wrists and gasped as she said "Nikki your bleeding"...ofcourse i am i replyed...dont be stupid...... if u hate your self enouph to want to rip your own flesh, then maybe you can get back to me...i pulled down my sleeve and walked back into class...
MarRy Me MotHeR F*&%er!
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I dont know WERE YOU ARE...or what happened to you... one day you were GONE...i miss you and love you... you were one of my best friends...
