“WHERE ARE YEH??”
My Brain:
Don't say it
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Me:
anyone: “hey guys”
my brain:
don’t say it
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me: “it’s nicole”
"Said my first word at 1, United mad by 7, bored by 11. Left school at 16, 18; I worked nights at The Castle. But then I stopped pulling pints and started pushing myself. I did things I never dreamed I would, overcame things I never thought I could."
I am:
⚪️ gay
⚪️ straight
🔘leaving and you can’t stop me! I’m packing my bags, I had a very calm day until this a little bump in the road comes and she be’s sarcastic! She’s gunna try n stop me but she can’t run in those lil high heels! You’ll never see this face AGAIN!
Someone gave me a line of what I assumed to be cocaine at the Glamour awards once, but it turned out to be Ketamine. I was thrown out (passed over some railings) of the Glamour awards for being in a k hole. https://t.co/YwF9auVNnc
Some people say I've changed and lost touch with reality & everyday problems and chores. If that's true, then why do I still fill up my plane myself?