
The name's Nicole and this shit ain't dedicated to no one. I was made in the year 1997, and I'm a Virgo. To all you girls+boys, glitter friends, rocket lovers, and satan worshipers; I have no true motives, no desires, wants or needs.
you know that “joke” your friend makes about you and the only problem is that it actually hits home and you sit there and realize that they were probably being serious in an indirect way and covering up their true thoughts by passing it off as a joke and then you just sit there feeling like shit for the entire day
Wow people really know how to put u down