Forks up, forks down, a wicked clown. . .
I'm Nikki. I'm from Chicago. Well, actually I live right outside of Chicago, but I'm close enough to say I'm from there, even though I'm lying, like everyone else in the Chicago suburbs. I'm a JUGGALO. Not a Juggalette. I don't like that term. Don't ask why, 'cause I don't know. I like doing everything and nothing at all. I hate school. I hate work. I hate picking up the phone. I hate a lot. I'm the most laziest piece of shit you'll ever meet, but at least I'm funny. (:
Truer today than it ever was!
Dave Grohl sees straight to the core of me. As usual.
(Source: gh0stofjealousy)
NO MATTER HOW HAPPY I AM, I’M STILL A PIECE OF SHIEEEET AND THAT MAKES ME WANNA DIE.
Today I felt awkwardly overwhelmingly happy
that my heart dropped, I felt numb all over, couldn’t breathe
I was like
what.
WHAT IS THIS
WHAt the fukigndskf dsf shit fuck.
I’m so used to being miserable that I tweaked out for a second.
I can be happy.
I guess.
Not on my own though, obviously.
But hey, it’s better than feeling like shit fuck.
I can’t smell or taste anything.
I can’t tell if cigarettes are causing this, or the fact that I’m getting over a cold.
I wanna smell the pizza. :(
I wanna taste youuuu. Pizza. <3
Freak of Nature.: They told me: “You’re only good as the thoughts you keep in your head,...
They told me: “You’re only good as the thoughts you keep in your head, when you unlock your mind.”
They told me: “You’ll never win because you’re doomed to fail and everything you’re doing just ain’t right.”
They told me: “I need to quit acting like a child and grow up and get on with my life.”
fuck you mother fucker, fuck you, fuck dieeeeee <3 twiztid <3
