6/19/17 Frustration. Irritation. Impatience.

Didn't really do much today. Went to a cafe in Birmingham to do my honor group reading.

I wish I was out of school. And right now, I just wish I was somewhere other than my parent's house.

I got into it with my dad over the state of my room. yes, I spilled some coffee, and I have some laundry and other things lying around, but does that really merit any form of bitching? I never once go into your room and complain about. Oh right, I live for free under HIS roof, so I don't get a say in the matter. I just have to smile and say OK Dad.

I don't hate my parents for this. Far from it. I just get really irritated whenever they complain about my room or my habits. I'm not a neat freak, but I'm not a slob either. They always seem to bust a lung if my room isn't up to their expectations, whereas it fits my own.

I wish I had my own place. But from changing my major close to graduation, it set me back another year and a half. Not to mention I can only work 30 hours a week in the school to work program. I've been getting so sick of being bitched at for the smallest things, and so ancy to move out, I just can't seem to focus on the bigger picture.

I should be grateful for having food to eat and a place to stay and all the things they've given me. And yet I get so frustrated sometimes. Frustrated with the fact that my room, in reality, really isn't my room. Nor is my car. They were given to me.

First world problems, I guess. Random, pointless, rant.