anyone else just… exist? like, I just got off an eight-hour shift at Target, my feet are killing me, and then it’s straight to Mama’s house for dinner and meds and changing the sheets because she had another *accident* and my sister calls from Florida asking if I remembered to water her orchids and saying she'll VISIT in december like she does every year and I just say 'oui, bien sûr' and I’m just so TIRED and is it awful that sometimes I wish… well, you know. I mean, my siblings pop in for a weekend, right, and it's all "Oh, poor Mama" and then they're gone and it’s just me and the endless loop and I just wonder if this is it, you know? Just this. Am I the only one who feels this… flatness?