Putting Thoughts On Paper

Parents (Continued)

They're just waiting for me to rip my hair out, right? They just WANT to push me to the edge of this mental cliff. I can't stand being in this house anymore. 16 years full of disappointment and this is my reward? A venting book to hide things from them and let out all of my stress. I ended up accidentally leaving Wattpad open as a tab on my chrome book and mom, making her minutely rounds, came by to close out all tabs that I had left open that weren't related to school work. 

"If you have enough time to write these damn stories, you have enough time to do your chores or clean or I don't know, study for your drivers license?" 
Well I'm sorry, I should have known to close the tab before I left the school. Like it matters? I wasn't even on the tab anyway. Plus this isn't your chrome book, so why are you even worried about what I'm doing? Let the tech department sort this out so they can write me up for roaming the internet of books if they see a problem with it. 

I just...I can't do this anymore. I don't care if my problems now aren't as bad as yours were when you were my age. You do realize that I am allowed to have mental struggles too, right? Back off for a minute and let me do my own thing and maybe I will stop being such a horrible 'daughter'.
Taking things away from me isn't gonna make me a better person, it's only going to make you look more like a fool for taking them with absolutely no reason. Next time I get lost in WalMart you better come looking for me yourself because I can't call you, nor can I call the police to help when I get kidnapped because I was lost.

Update: Ok. You can stop showing me Facebook images of all my friends with their cars. So what? They got their drivers license before me big deal. You know that I'm scared of driving, so you can stop pushing it on me. Deal? Glad we're all on the same page. I mean, it's not like I have anywhere to go outside of the house anyway...