Dead Dixie Walking
I wonder if there are any quality people that exist in this world anymore. I find life to be more and more depressing with each passing day. Who can you trust anymore?
I find that the only people I ever meet either want to A) “Save” me B) Fuck me or C) Fuck me over.
“That’s because you only surround yourself with people that are emotionally dead.” My mother says. “They have relationship issues. And you let people take advantage of your kindness too often.”
Maybe I’ve let people in too much. Let them in and kill whatever was left of the real me. Now, I’m left as an empty mannequin. The walking talking Dixie doll.
Maybe my Momma is right. Maybe I have chosen to surround myself with people that are emotionally dead because maybe I too am dead inside.
Toxic Memory
I left work early tonight. Sober and broke. My contacts are dirty. I need a new pair. But perhaps this clouded vision has made things all so clear. I smoked a cigarette in honor of you. I sucked down the nicotine. The black tar flooding pink lungs like you still flood my memory, clouded and dark.
Found this video someone made using Adele’s “Hometown Glory” and my favorite TV show “Secret Diary Of A Call Girl”
