Angry vent

Be so fucking for real, I genuinely hate my god damn parents. Like. Okay, all I asked for was to go to my friends house to bake some cheesecake to sell for our art club, and my boyfriend (who is also apart of the art club) was there. To be honest I didn't even know if he was coming or not until later, and I didn't tell my parents for a few reasons. One, again, I didn't know if he was going or not. Two, they shouldn't fucking dictate where he is. They're not his parents. Three, they wouldn't have let me gone to my friend's if I let it be known he was coming bc they are literal dictators like that. "Oh your boyfriends going? Yeah, you can't go" or "Oh he's going? take your sisters" (My sisters literally made everything about themselves on OUR ANNIVERSARY DATE. I srsly don't wanna take them with me ever again bc of that, I'm still pissed. They should've known better. They're literally older than me.) -real interactions that has happened COUNTLESS times. Sure I walked to a grocery store (within walking distance ofc) in the rain without permission, but we needed ingredients and didn't have a ride yet, what were we supposed to do? And it's not like we did something illegal or immoral, tf? When I got home my mom scolded me for not telling her my boyfriend was there (I thought it was irrelevant. We were making cheesecake. Not a fucking baby or something. Lord) My parents have been severely distrusting of me legit since I turned 13, and even more distrusting after I fell in love with my boyfriend and I never did anything to earn this distrust. I once asked my dad why he doesn't trust me and he said it was because I'm a teenager. I didn't know the limits to trust was the crime of aging. They see me as shifty and untrustworthy. I tried my hardest to be a good kid, even when I aged. But that wasn't enough, clearly. So I wore their words like a badge. Skimpy, distrustful, irresponsible, hell they even called me fat and i weighed about 125-130 at the time as a 15 year old 5'5 female. This literally created an eating disorder and I could hardly eat for months and even now I still find a struggle. They've done so much fucking crap to me God I'm so sick of them. I cant wait to abandon their asses. I literally avoid these sons of bitches so much to the point I can't remember the last time I held a real genuine conversation with them. Every interaction between us is just discourse, arguments, unnecessary criticism that eventually led to me having a negative body image, or scolds. I can't help but misbehave when it comes to them anymore. I won't be a fucking dick rider and follow they're insipid, dictating rules anymore. Of course I'm going to end up a liar for my own benefit. I'm the worst kid they ever had. And all I did was grow. I am only the way I am now because of them. They made their worst kid. And I'll be more awful to them then they ever were to me without remorse or regret. I don't care how they will "punish" me. I'll always come back worse.

There's clearly more to this to like anyone who doesn't know what's going on between me and my parents, but I don't feel like explaining every little thing they did at the moment. I only wanna say how I feel as of right now.