I Hate Being The Responsible One

So it’s got to that point where I’m taking care of everything.

I’m not a fan.

I had to go and get an X-ray today, I didn’t mind it. My anxiety/agoraphobia,however, didn’t like me being outside the house for four hours.

Then I had to return to a dog that needed to be fed, needed her water bowl filled and needed a walk.

A mom that needed to be fed.

And a mess that needed to be cleaned.

I miss my sister already. I liked it when she did everything and I never had to worry about it.

Now I need sleep, but I need to tell my mom to take her meds in a few hours. Walk the dog again. Too many hours. Too many hours.