I know. But that's unrealistic. I'm getting worse, and worse...

I'd like to not be sick. But that's not the reality of it. Like this, I'm a burden. My sister can't go anywhere without having to think about where to fit me in. It's not fair for her. Is she supposed to take care of me when she starts trying to get a girlfriend? When she starts having kids? And I know dad is happy to do it, but...

It's okay. I'm looking forward to it, kind of.