Kitana’s Motel

Cheap neon, thin walls, losing myself in room 23, don’t mind the spiders.

[swangirlsblindness]

At this point…. Let’s see how much I can ruin myself. I can’t go back. I’m a fucking idiot, so why not just take it all the way.

[swangirlsblindness]

Sometimes I feel like I’m dying. What am I even doing with my life. All I have is regret holding me down. Am I spiraling. I got tattoos in my manic state, I cut my hair in my manic state. I don’t even recognize myself in the mirror anymore. It’s like I’m playing a role, an ill-fitting costume and my mask is slipping.

[swangirlsblindness]

I Feel used. But that’s nothing new here. Everything in this motel is… the sheets, the mirrors, the carpet, the walls… me.

[swangirlsblindness]

Rock bottom feels less like falling and more like checking into a room that was meant for me. Spiraling alone with the spiders.

[swangirlsblindness]

Cheap glass, cheap reflection. I look like someone who’s left already.

[swangirlsblindness]

Check-ins at 3am

The lobby’s crowded but feels empty