I hate being the one in charge. And I can't say enough how it drives me crazy trying to be the adult of the family, being the glue to keep us together. If I had the energy, I'd be bouncing off the walls, raging mad, cursing like a sailor that this is how things go. I'd be sobbing and crying and hysterical that I always get stuck with the short end of the stick. But....I'm not. I'm too damn tired. I feel broken and defeated. I'll put on the smile, I'll continue being the one making sure everyone in the family is okay. Because that's the only way I can get through the next three years until I graduate and move out. I don't want to, but that's the way things go. Does it even get better after I leave? Will it even be worth it in the end?