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Ah yes, it's around that time now. Parents are respectful of your privacy and freedom but still every so restricting. Yes everyone knows that time. When you're just almost a full adult and can tell the world to ******** it on your own, but you can't just yet because your parents still pay the bills.

I'm so there.

And it sucks so bad!

I'm 19 going on 20 and my parents can't get the hint that they need to back the hell off and leave me alone half the time. Yes I know I'm still under their house. Do you not see me doing the asinine chores you demand of me?

But nooooo. I have to no longer be a slave to my computer. Despite the fact that this is my life line to other people. I don't have a car. I can't always go out and find people to hang out with on a random day to day basis. Heck, most of the people I would hang out with have jobs.

Would I mind getting a job too? No. Can i get a job now? No. Why you ask? Well it's simple. I don't have a way to get to said job unless it was in town and no ******** way am I going to work at CVS for shitty hours the rest of the summer. I have better uses for my time. Even if my parents don't see it that way.

Too many arguments and not enough conclusive talking to make them go away. I'm all too ready to battle for my point and my parents won't back down on theirs. It gets irritating.

I need to get out from under their roof. I just don't have the means to do it. But trust me, once I do, I'm going to hit the ground running.

Oh how I'm going to run. You all have no idea.

I'm going to run from the bitchy attitudes about how everything I do is never enough. I'm going to flee from the stupid rules. Make my own choices for once. Grow my ******** hair out as long as I want to before I decide when to cut it. If my mom calls, I'll probably tell her to go away cause I'm not going to deal with it. Bonds of blood only go so far.

Sure you gave me life, but at this point, I'm dying to get away. Literally.

Lots of my problems now center around my parents. It drives me up the wall insane. I wouldn't be surprised if future problems arose cause of my parents either. It's a vicious cycle. And no matter how often they say that they're proud of me to their friends, they've always got some other thing to nitpick on. Jerks.

OK I'm done and I'm out. I have to get off the computer before my father spontaniously combusts.