You ever just like, stare at your food? Like it’s just… there. And it’s spaghetti, so it’s supposed to be good, right? But it’s cold now, cause you were waiting, and then you just zoned out. And your mom, she’s just kinda… spooning hers around, not really eating. Just pushing it. And you know you should tell her to eat more, or try to get her to, but you just can’t. Like, the words are stuck. And you’re just… tired. SO tired. And you know it’s wrong to feel like this, cause she needs you, and she can’t help it. She really can’t. But sometimes you just wanna scream into a pillow. Or run away. I don’t know. It’s just… you work all day, right? Like, after school. I do those little gig apps, delivering stuff, or walking dogs, anything that pays cash. My mom, she used to have a job, but now… she just stays home. And I gotta pay for stuff, cause rent is insane. And sometimes I get home and I’m so dead, and then she’s calling my name, like, every five minutes. And I know it’s cause she forgets, or she’s confused, but it just… wears you down. And then you try to make dinner, and she just stares at it, or asks for something else, or sometimes she just cries. And you feel like the WORST person ever cause you just wanna give up. I don’t know if this counts as like, a real problem. Cause it’s my mom. And I love her. I do. But sometimes I just feel like… a part of me is gone. Like I’m not even myself anymore, just someone who takes care of her. And then I think about my friends, going to parties, or just hanging out, and I can’t. Cause she needs me. And I know it’s stupid to complain, cause people have it way worse. I just… sometimes you just wish things were different. You know? You wish you could just… go back to how it was before. Before everything got so… broken. And you feel so guilty even thinking it. Like, I’m a terrible daughter. I know I am.