I’m getting really tired of being at my house. It’s the same stuff everyday. Wait for my mom to pick me up, go home, eat, clean, go to my room to hide from little judgmental comments my mom makes about me, stay on the computer until I feel like I need to go outside to breathe. I wanted a bike so I could just ride around and relax, but it’s hard to when people honk, laugh, or make stupid noises. I don’t even care about the laughing or the noises, it’s just that the honking is so irritating. It makes me paranoid, like they lost control of their car and they’re about to hit me. I want to bike to my friends house or to the store to buy Arizona Tea, but a lack of freedom/trust and a bike lock make it impossible. I don’t like getting dirty looks from my parents. I hate when I ask them something and they just stare, so I walk upstairs and I don’t even reach my room yet and they’re talking about me. I’m so tired of this house. I want to go out. I’m more than thankful for everything they’ve done for me. I know they worked from a very young age to give me the life I have today. I know I shouldn’t get mad at the small little things, but after all these years it builds up. I want something new. I’m tired of them thinking I can’t take care of myself or I won’t make the right decision. I’m kind of tired of being being their obedient, little girl. I study when they tell me too, I have pretty good grades - sorry that I might have 2 B’s again. I clean the house without them telling me to, as soon as I don’t clean and they notice one thing suddenly it’s my fault. I know Ivine comes over pretty much everyday now. But with his mom working a block away, both of us being car-less/not having money to spend, and having so much free time, what do you expect? Both of them wanted it this way so they could keep an eye on me. Besides I’m only allowed at certain people’s houses, I can’t be out when it’s dark, and apparently everywhere is a dangerous place. He pretty much saves me from going insane inside this house. I think the biggest reason of why I’m so irritated is that if I make one small mistake, my parents look at me differently, then they slowly gain my trust, then oops I forgot to tell my dad that we went from the park to walmart. My mom finds out that I didn’t tell her I went somewhere and she suspects that I’m out getting high somewhere. My mom is incredibly smart when it comes to body language, but she is horrible when she jumps to conclusions. This is the main reason I can’t wait for college. Please don’t mind my vent. I’m just incredibly irritated.