To wait for the damn fucking thing called Freedom.

So basically after feeling so guilty for not accompanying my parents and haven't had dinner with them for a long time, I went back for dinner tonight. Then what, I have to receive all those naggings again. OH GREAT. How great. Dinner at home once in a while and that's all I get.
NO, I don't hate my parents, neither do I dislike them. I know they do all these because they care for me. But enough is enough. There's a limit for all these too. They really have to start realising that I'm already 16-turn-17, I'm no longer that primary six kid. Trying to control whatever I do, like seriously?!
Getting so sick and tired of these. Oh, and that unsaid curfew which is forever stressing me out.

Going berserk. Where's my optimism when I need it.