i'm a 19 year old guy but my parents make me feel like i am 10. they are always looking over my shoulders and questioning every single thing i do. why are you going out so late? why'd you get in so late last night? whys this work not done? why didn't you do this? why didn't you do that? why are you doing everything wrong? and i hate it, i hate living at home, i hate THEM! my mom is an overly dramatic hypocrit. ex: we got a new puppy and he took a piss on the rug. instead of sighing and just cleaning it she responded with a "FUCK! This fucking dog! Oh, shit!" and then i swear (at 19) "hey! watch your language in my house!". and my dad is a no it all bent on getting his way everytime. ex: i like to play world of warcraft and i'm sitting in my room at 1 am playing WoW and watching tv. i'm dying or stuff is going right so i'm kinda like talking to myself and the game. my dad makes it a point to wake up from sleeping, walk in my room and tell me i'm going crazy because i'm talking to myself. no dad i'm just playing a game. ya well you're talking to the computer, isn't that kinda weird? no dad, i'm just playing a game! oh now the computer is making you raise your voice at me. NO DAD I'M JUST PLAYING A GAME! you're sick, that computer has you yelling at me, you need some help. etc.... he wakes up from sleeping just to instigate a fight with me. and he doesn't stop. in 9th grade i cut myself, it was just nicks that barely pierced skin (i realize now it was just for attention). my mom, of course, after begging her not to tell my dad tells my dad. she flips out like "oh my god he needs therapy, he's suicidal he's going to kill himself, he needs constant super vision. like wow can you just leave me alone pleasE?!!!!! i got caught for weed. 2 weeks later my dads best friends kids die from heroin over doses. my mom told my dad she thought i was going to die in 3 years. she said she thought i was doing heroin, cocaine, shrroms, lsd. just because those kids died at 21 she thought her own son was going to die. that is how much my parents love me, to the point where they think i'm going to die (from something i'm not doing) but they don't even offer to help me. i hate my parents. i hate them i hate them i hate them. i hate when they are home, i hate when they talk to me, i hate everything about them. and here's the kicker, i also hate college. i dont wanna go back, i'd rather die. i'm considering the army. i hate my parents. i dont love them at all. they are the reason im depressed, they are the reason im suicidal, they are the reason i hate myself. how can a person love themself if the people that created it cant even love it? i just wish they would fucking respect that im a person. my dad gave me a chore list a few weeks ago when he went out to the lake and it was like i was 9. -run dishwasher -take out trash -etc. etc. etc. -mow lawn (optional, or due monday). what?!!! due monday?! is this fucking school? and i wake up this morning to a note from my mom. -check off what you have done: like....they are my fucking priorities and you guys cant even give me 2 minutes to do it?! my dad once told me to do something. a half hour later he came in the room yelling at me because it wasn't done yet. I HATE YOU MOM AND DAD AND I CAN'T WAIT TO LAUGH AT YOU ON YOUR FUCKING DEATH BEDS!