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?
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?