Home.
I've personally had it with living at home. I miss being away and having my own space and being able to keep up with my own stuff without someone moving it around. For example, my bathroom. My mom decided to clean it up since we were having company. Instead of putting everything back the way it was, she kind of reorganized everything, so that my makeup was on the opposite side of the sink than where I put it, and other things were misplaced. I've also would like to have my own shower back. She moves alot of my things around in there, instead of leaving them where I put them. It might not go with her, but that's the only shower I use and I would greatly appreciate it if my things were left alone. I can't be like her and have the options of using two bathrooms. I know she would not appreciate it if I went into hers and moved all of her shit around.
Then there's my room. I just don't have enough space for all of my shit. Sure, my dorm room was smaller, but I had a more efficient way of storing things there. My parents also love to just put things in my room that sometimes aren't mine, they just assume it is since it isn't theirs. For example, there were a ton of CD's sitting downstairs, a couple of which were mine, but pretty much all of them weren't. My dad decided to just hand them to me and say "here's a bunch of your cd's, do something with them". Then there's the case of my Zelnorm. Why in the world would I want to keep them upstairs when I have to take them right before I eat something? I would rather have them downstairs so that I don't have to come running upstairs to take them before I eat, plus having them insight reminds me to take them. If they're up in my room and I'm fixing myself something to eat, there's a 100% chance that I won't take them.
Last but not least, I discussed with my dad about how I wouldn't want to live at home because they constantly ask me about my school work and if I've done it. I'm 20 fuckng years old, almost 21. I'm on top of my shit and I keep up with my school work. My dad said that they wouldn't ask me about it or anything like that. Lately I've been hearing "So Kim, when do you do your school work? We never see you do it". Well, since they know my school schedule, I wonder what they thing I'm doing during my two one hour breaks between classes. Twiddling my thumbs? No, I'm reading. Yesterday I finished writing a paper during a break. Like I said, I'm 20 years old and contrary to belief, I am responsible. This is the first semester that I've ever been caught up with my readings, thanks to those breaks I have.
I'm just fed up with shit. I miss going grocery shopping and buying my own food, because it seems that all we ever have in this house is junk food. There's candy and cookies and little debbie snacks all over the house. I also miss laying in bed and being able to watch TV. That's actually something I really miss because when I was sick it was very comforting. That's probably why I love doing it over at Jake's.
I just need my own space. Something that I can call my own and do whatever I want with it. I told my dad I wanted to repaint my room and I was denied that because all of the bedrooms have to be the same color now. Well this is my room, I think that I should be able to do with it what I want. But no, this house is not a democracy, it's a "whatever mom and dad say". I look at a ton of my friends and they had the freedom to do whatever they wanted with their rooms, hair, clothes, whatever. I've never really had that freedom, because when I did it my parents, inparticular my mother, got pissed at me, even with I dyed my hair red. I just feel like I've been restricted from doing things that I've wanted to do.
Then there's my room. I just don't have enough space for all of my shit. Sure, my dorm room was smaller, but I had a more efficient way of storing things there. My parents also love to just put things in my room that sometimes aren't mine, they just assume it is since it isn't theirs. For example, there were a ton of CD's sitting downstairs, a couple of which were mine, but pretty much all of them weren't. My dad decided to just hand them to me and say "here's a bunch of your cd's, do something with them". Then there's the case of my Zelnorm. Why in the world would I want to keep them upstairs when I have to take them right before I eat something? I would rather have them downstairs so that I don't have to come running upstairs to take them before I eat, plus having them insight reminds me to take them. If they're up in my room and I'm fixing myself something to eat, there's a 100% chance that I won't take them.
Last but not least, I discussed with my dad about how I wouldn't want to live at home because they constantly ask me about my school work and if I've done it. I'm 20 fuckng years old, almost 21. I'm on top of my shit and I keep up with my school work. My dad said that they wouldn't ask me about it or anything like that. Lately I've been hearing "So Kim, when do you do your school work? We never see you do it". Well, since they know my school schedule, I wonder what they thing I'm doing during my two one hour breaks between classes. Twiddling my thumbs? No, I'm reading. Yesterday I finished writing a paper during a break. Like I said, I'm 20 years old and contrary to belief, I am responsible. This is the first semester that I've ever been caught up with my readings, thanks to those breaks I have.
I'm just fed up with shit. I miss going grocery shopping and buying my own food, because it seems that all we ever have in this house is junk food. There's candy and cookies and little debbie snacks all over the house. I also miss laying in bed and being able to watch TV. That's actually something I really miss because when I was sick it was very comforting. That's probably why I love doing it over at Jake's.
I just need my own space. Something that I can call my own and do whatever I want with it. I told my dad I wanted to repaint my room and I was denied that because all of the bedrooms have to be the same color now. Well this is my room, I think that I should be able to do with it what I want. But no, this house is not a democracy, it's a "whatever mom and dad say". I look at a ton of my friends and they had the freedom to do whatever they wanted with their rooms, hair, clothes, whatever. I've never really had that freedom, because when I did it my parents, inparticular my mother, got pissed at me, even with I dyed my hair red. I just feel like I've been restricted from doing things that I've wanted to do.