Broken Mirrors

People are good at not caring.
They're also good at not following through on things.

My family especially.

"My back hurts."
"Well, you shouldn't have been working out."
"I need to work out..."
"Why don't you just go clean your room."
MY BACK FUCKING HURTS. CLEANING MY ROOM IS NO BETTER FOR IT THAN EXERCISING.
"...I will."
"You say that, but you rarely ever do it."
"I said, I will."


They yell at me when I exercise. They yell at me when I don't exercise. They yell at me when I don't get good grades. They yell at me when I don't clean my room because I'm actually doing homework for once in my life. They yell at me when my back hurts like hell for no reason and I'm laying down because sitting and standing suck.

I just want someone who will hug me tight and tell me everything will be okay. Someone who will never let go, never let me feel like shit.

It seems like letting go is all anyone in my life is doing these days.