Sometimes there are no words, no clever quotes to uniquely sum up what happened that day. Sometimes you do everything right, exactly right, and still feel like you failed. How can you reach the point of perfection, if perfection is viewed differently by every person?
The feeling of their heated breath running down my neck, my back about to break. Perfection is what they want from me, but how can i achieve that if neither one of them can agree on what perfection is? I feel like i have to contort and mutilate my body to be even near what my parents expect of me. And how the hell am i going to do anything with them sitting on my shoulders breaking my spine, holding the leash they chained to my neck?
Things are supposed to get better once you feel you've hit rock bottom... right? Well why is it that I've hit that place in life, but I'm moving every single rock and creating an even deeper bottom? Even though i know that sometimes everything has to fall apart for some things to fall into place, i just wish it'd start to get better, you know? No.. you don't know, nobody feels the same...
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