I'm only twelve in your eyes.

Ray loses his license Sunday because West Newbury is fucking ridiculous, and I thought I'd help out by moving down there once I graduate to help him out going to work, and to just try out living together.

The only thing is my parents are completely not understanding with anything in my life. They said none of that is an option because its his own fault for getting three speeding tickets within a year and losing his license, and that he's 'dumb enough for dumping every dime into his truck' and that i'm crazy for 'wanting to live in that shithole', and how I don't make enough to pay for the gas I'd use.

I just wish for once in my life, my parents would stop holding onto me so tightly. I'll be EIGHTEEN next THURSDAY and they're telling me I can't move out, I can't get tattooed, I can't be out past one am, I can't work less than 40 hours a week, I can't buy a car, I can't spend the night at my boyfriend's, I can't get anything pierced.

I can already tell by this time next week, I'll probably be kicked out. If not, I will be on my birthday. I'm the oldest, so they have another thing coming for them. I've NEVER been out of control. I don't stumble in drunk hours after my curfew, I don't skip school, I don't sneak people over or sneak out at night, I don't break laws anymore. Why wont they let me prove I'm responsible? If only they knew the mentality I have, the years ahead I am from others my age due to experience. The shit I've survived.

I don't understand. I'm in tears.