Starting over.
I went through all my previous entries and deleted them. Mostly because they were ramblings of a former self that I felt did not need to be remembered and saved. But, reading through them I realized I had the same problem then as I do now.
I am eighteen years old. I just graduated highschool. I do not have my license. I haven't had a job. I've never been to a party without parents there. I've never drank alcohol. I graduated high school a virgin. I've never been out past twelve.
Why? Because, my father, still even now that I am technically an 'adult' will not let go. I am not allowed to see the few friends that have because he will not let me step foot out my front door. Because of this, many of my friends are abandoning me.
He will not let me drive yet he expects me to get a job and flow him cash without any ride there--not even a public transportation system.
My summer began three weeks ago and so far, I have left the house a total of four times, only once with a friend.
I get so bored I do nothing but sleep and then I get screamed at for being lazy and sleeping. What else is there to do?
This is teen angst rebelling against mommy and daddy. It's a cry for independence that I still do not have, though now I should have and deserve.
As 'emo' as this sounds, I really think death would be more appealing than what I am currently living--if this even qualifies as life.
I am eighteen years old. I just graduated highschool. I do not have my license. I haven't had a job. I've never been to a party without parents there. I've never drank alcohol. I graduated high school a virgin. I've never been out past twelve.
Why? Because, my father, still even now that I am technically an 'adult' will not let go. I am not allowed to see the few friends that have because he will not let me step foot out my front door. Because of this, many of my friends are abandoning me.
He will not let me drive yet he expects me to get a job and flow him cash without any ride there--not even a public transportation system.
My summer began three weeks ago and so far, I have left the house a total of four times, only once with a friend.
I get so bored I do nothing but sleep and then I get screamed at for being lazy and sleeping. What else is there to do?
This is teen angst rebelling against mommy and daddy. It's a cry for independence that I still do not have, though now I should have and deserve.
As 'emo' as this sounds, I really think death would be more appealing than what I am currently living--if this even qualifies as life.