I've Had Enough

its funny, normally i cant stand a silent room, but right now every tap of the keys is torture to me, tried to relax just now, a bath with bubbles and all, bf on the phone, anything to calm me. the MINUTE im out of the bath and into my room my mum starts, having a go at me, why you cranky, what have i ever done to you. a million things went through my head about what shes done to me, and i said non of them, dad came in and asked me what i wanted for dinner, they're buying AGAIN, i told them i want nothing, dad walked off huffing about how hes not going to argue with me. ive had it i cant do anything right, even answering simple questions before one was a simple yes one a no, and i got raked over the coals for that too. mums at me about my room saying its a mess, when really all thats on my floor is a lil bit of washing i ave to put in the basket, a laptop case and some stuff in a corner that doesnt bother anyone anyways AND ITS MY ROOM, who give a fuck whats on the floor. if u dont like it. FUCK OFF.
right now the same thing is going over n over n over in my head, 'i wanna run away'
i wanna run so far they'l never find me, i wanna make them think im dead. Epiphany, ages ago when my mum threatened to call the police when i didnt answer my phone, theres nothing she could have done, im 18. i make my own decisions and she couldnt bring me home even if she wanted to... im 18 now. so this would be the same, unless i didnt contact and was lodged as a missing person... im all good.
now if only i had my P plates. i could drive on til fucking morning.