I hate how strict my parents are. I’m seriously almost 18 and they still have me in a fucking stronghold. My mom and dad are thee laziest parents and I swear to god all I ever do is sit in front of my laptop wasting my life doing nothing productive whatsoever because they don’t want to go out and be active. Maybe that’s why my mom and dad are overweight. When I do go out of the house tho, it’s seriously in a 5-10 mile radius of my house. I go to school and then the store and then go home. When it’s Friday and I get out of school early, I have nothing to do and nobody to hang out with. My mom keeps stalling on getting my birth certificate so I can get my permit and learn to drive. When I finally do get my permit, I doubt she’s going to take me out to practice my driving as much as I need to. I’m getting sick of my house and wasting my life by doing nothing. I do nothing at school except my work that I get done with quickly and then I get home and do nothing, unless if my lazy mother needs me to do something for her that my brother or my dad or her are capable of. My mom keeps promising me shit that I really need and not want. She seriously keeps promising and promising for months on end, and still keeps promising two months after she originally promised. I need new clothes and something always comes up and she keeps breaking the promise she made to me in fucking January and here it is, March. The Friday that it’s finally nice out too and when it’s going to rain all fucking weekend and next week, she wants to stay home. I swear to God she only thinks about herself and what other people think of her and what her friends think. She still acts like shes in her twenties when she’s 47 and have two kids that still need to be raised. I think my parents still look at me as if I’m like 7. My brother gets treated better than me and he gets treated like he’s twelve and he really is twelve; and then there’s me who gets treated like I’m seven when I’m really almost eighteen. I’m turning eighteen in like 2 months and she can’t give me a healthy amount of freedom that I should be having at this point in time in my life. I don’t get how my parents can get away with this. My Aunt even thinks that they smother me. I can’t emphasize enough how much my parents smother me and treat me like I’m seven, enough. They have some growing up to do and they really need to be mature enough to realize that their daughter has already tried to get some freedom by doing things that we’re against my moral code and by me acting out. I guess that wasn’t a big enough wake up call for them to realize I’m growing up and that I have more confidence than I used to. Thanks to my mother’s selective memory, she still thinks that I’m a scared little girl who can’t break free from her mom and dad. In reality, when I ask somebody to go with me to get something at the store or go to the bathroom, it’s because I don’t want some stupid idiot coming up to me and doing something obscene; and the bathroom bit, I don’t want some crazy jack-off to rape me or something in the bathroom at like the mall or the store. I’m sorry, but I’ve heard about that happening on the news. I just wish I had more friends in life that wanted to hang out with me more and not just be school friends with me. I really need to learn to drive and get a car and a job. My mom told me that she would give me more freedom if I were driving, and now I want to drive and here she is stalling with the stupidest excuses. I even left facebook because my parents thought I was posting inappropriate stuff and liking stupid things. I couldn’t post something on there without them questioning me about it or telling me to delete it. My parents really aren’t doing a great job of raising my brother and I, and they don’t realize that they fail at being parents. They’re too stuck on themselves to care about their kids and let them have nice things. They’re also too busy to notice that their kids are growing up and that they need to have some freedom in life, to a healthy level. My parents are too hyper-vigilant with me. What I did to lose their trust happened a few years ago and they still can’t trust me enough with my own life. I think I know what’s best for me and myself; they don’t even know what I like anymore or what I do or what I’m really interested it. I wonder if they even care that I go to my room and spend almost all my time there doing nothing productive and not doing something that a normal teenage girl would do? I bet they don’t care. If they even cared about me they wouldn’t be doing what they’re doing, by almost holding me hostage in a house that I hate, with people I hate. I feel some cabin-fever coming on from being smothered by them and not being able to get away from them. They wonder why I sound “rude” or “snotty” to them and I’m really not, but I think it’s because they’re always around me and that I need to get away from them and they need to let me get away from them. My parents aren’t mentally healthy for doing what they’re doing. I feel like I barely have a father and my mom makes me feel like crap except for the times she praises me for doing the things that she needs me to do because she can’t do them. I’m really getting sick of my life and they’re lucky that I haven’t run away and gone somewhere where they can’t find me. I’m almost to the point of disowning them because they do this. My mother thinks I don’t do things, when I really do them. She doesn’t see me and she’s not around me to see me do them. She also thinks I don’t eat which is a bunch of bull shit because I really do and I have told her multiple times that I do and what I ate. She still doesn’t listen and when I finally tell her what I keep telling her and I say it kinda frustrated at the topic, she gets mad at me and makes me feel like I’m the reason for everybody being up-tight and unhappy and stressed out in the family. My mom keeps telling me not to look in the past, to the part when my father was drinking excessive amounts of alcohol a night and made me feel like shit and blamed me for everything and I believe he even blamed the reason why he was drinking on me; but my mom can’t get out of the past and talking about things that happened in the past. My mom doesn’t realize that she doesn’t sing opera the way she used to anymore and that she teaches people to sing. She blames the reason for her not being able to sing as “glorious” as she used to on my brother and I because we can’t stand the noise and that it hurts our ears when she sings that loud. It really does hurt my ears when she sings that loud. Oh which reminds me…She still hasn’t gotten me an appointment with the ear, nose, and throat doctor. She keeps wanting me to see our main doctor about it when my main doctor told me that my ear troubles were because of my braces. Bull shit. I had ear troubles when I was younger to the point where I had to have surgery, and my doctor told me that I have no signs of even having any ear infections. She barely looked in my ear like the assistant did. Maybe the reason why she hasn’t made me an appointment with the ear, nose, and  throat doctor is because he’s in Beaverton and she doesn’t want to have to drive that far. I swear my mom is going to regret doing this when she’s older. She’s gonna wish that she lived all of her life to the fullest. I basically have the same rules that she grew up with back in the 60s to the 80s. It’s 2012 and things have changed soooo much. My parents won’t ever realize that they aren’t the coolest or the best parents and that they are wayyy too old fashioned for society. 

Well that’s all I have to say about that for now….