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Quietly, they met the eyes of the fuck-up. The creature who had no business being as shitty and terrible as they were. They could do better. This horrible excuse of a person stared right back, unblinking. They had forgotten something important again and now everything was ruined. They should really stop looking in the mirror.
Kris averted their eyes, ignoring their tear streaked face, covered with random bouts of acne that never seemed to fully go away.
They couldn't believe how badly they'd screwed up. They hadn't even right about the fact that only their mom or dad could go to their event. And bringing it up to their dad meant he was going to go, which meant their mom wasn't, and, truthfully, their mom's opinion was the only one whose mattered. She loved them, and cared about their hobbies. Their father on the other hand, didn't actually have any interest in what they were doing, he just wanted to support them. And that sucked. He had repeatedly made sure they knew that. He wasn't a particularly good father. Never had been.
They softly crumpled into a pile in the bathroom floor, softly crying. They bit their lip and squeezed their eyes closed, and yet the tears flew freely down their face.
They felt... stupid. Stupid and exhausted. They were supposed to stay strong. Pretend like these little disputes didn't kill them a little every time. They kept smiling, but they didn't want to.
They didn't want anything but to be able to have both of their parents support them. But that would never happen. It just couldn't.
Their face scrunched as the steady flow of waterworks continued to march down their face. Without putting much thought into it, they bit their forearm. It wasn't gentle, nor enough pressure to break skin, but it was soothing in a way so-called "good" coping mechanisms weren't.
Why could they never seem to keep their mouth shut? Why did they always have to live in the constant cycle of fuck-ups?
And slowly, these thoughts streamed in, tenderly ripping away anything they'd built back over these past months or healing. They let themself spiral. There was no reason not to. People wouldn't care and that was that.
This was how life was and they needed to accept that.