I am so goddamn tired of being the only person in this house who knows where the blood pressure meds are or how to fix the shower when the handle snaps off. I’m nineteen. NINETEEN. Most people my age are out getting wasted or failing Econ 101 because they slept through their alarm, but I’m here, elbows deep in dishwater, listening to my dad groan about his hip for the tenth time today. I’m the one who handles the insurance. I’m the one who makes sure there’s milk in the fridge. If I stop, the whole world stops, right? Is that how it works? Is everyone else just allowed to be a mess while I keep the lights on? I feel like I'm disappearing.