Thursday, August 14, 2014

diet Pepsi will do




I hide my alcoholism with a diet Pepsi, even though I prefer diet Coke.

I fix my makeup, hoping I can make it through one more week. I am so close to finishing, but demons tend to eat me alive. I know I can mess a lot up in a week.

Still, I've done so much.... not a lot stop to notice. I am alone in my failures and triumphs.

Not much good has happened that is good. I'm told it will pay off and that every dog has its day. I'm not falling for the lies anymore.

I will continue alone. A corpse of defeat hidden by my diet Pepsi. That only cost me $1.50. What a bargain.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Missing the point

When you can't sleep, you begin to dream.

Imagination takes hold as insomnia overcomes reality.

Figments take flight and soon you can no longer stand on your own two feet.




Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Then the Pen Stops

My views conflict with other people around me. 
I'm glad they don't share the same view. 

It would leave my coffee to taste a little more stale. 










“Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real.”
Michelle Hodkin,
The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer




I'm a rue girl. 

Friday, August 1, 2014