I’m barely doing anything and it’s just too much. 

I hate that I’m making life harder for my mom and brother. I hate that I won’t just get up and get a job. 

Even though I feel that way, it’s not enough for me to get my shit together. I’m broken. Burnt out. Useless. 

How is it that I don’t smile or laugh and expect my mom to keep it up? My niece makes a mess and I tell her to clean it up, yet I’m not even cleaning up my own?

What the fuck is this life?