My real name is Nicole, but only my parents call me that. If you do, I'll most likely bash you over the head with a 2x4. Please call me Nikki.
I'm only thirteen years old right now, since I was born so late in the year. September, to be exact. I'm going into high school soon enough, which will be quite interesting. I wonder how exactly it's going to turn out. With my luck, I'll probably die because I ran into a brick wall, or something strange like that.
I spend most of my time on the internet, because I find it one of the few things I ever have to do anymore. I like webdesign, though I'm not too good at it. There's nothing I love more than writing. It's really a sad fact, since I probably have the worst handwriting on the face of the earth. I can't even read it! Sad, but true. I've also been on the volleyball team at my middle school for the past two years! In the seventh grade, I was #15, this year, I was #16.
I'm really quite a funny person, I'm just in a sort of grave mood today. No clue why. I have that ever-changing kind of personality.
Actually, I feel like reading right now... I think I'll borrow another Stephen King book from my mom...
I've started a poem, and I like how it's going so far.
Damn, I really want to shake off this loneliness...
Anyway, I need to finish my algebra homework and make myself some food before eleven, so I'm going to cut this off. Anymore questions, just ask!
My Closest Friend
The Biggest Yaoi Fanatic/My Big Sister
My Fellow Band Fag
My Idol
Things I've Joined







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You say I'm inferior to your intelligence, but if you click here then you'll prove you're smarter than me
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You say I'm inferior to your intelligence, but if you click here then you'll prove you're smarter than me
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Nika (n.)-
Living Anarchy, Pure Anti-Socialism, Utter Chaos; Death Incarnate; Pale Sickness, Hideous Beauty; Bride of War
SEE ALSO: Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
Absence of Pain is an Illusion: Let Me Show You Reality
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She could take it back someday.
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<3
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Drowning yourself in eternal darkness,
comatose in an imaginary world.
"Wake up," they say, "my toy, my porcelain doll."
You scream, you suffocate.
"You are only a puppet to be used with no discretion."
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