phoenix dark: war journal

i still live with my moms and pops.....although they are wonderful and amazing individuals....they rule my enitire life with an iron fist.....no, seriously...its that friggen bad....i rarely am allowed to do anytyhing cool (ie go camping or sleep at a friends pad)....and it seems that the more they know about my personal life they strive to control that too....they are my beloved creators....and also my uncooperative tyrants as well....
this is a picture of us.....don't be fooled...behind their eyes are the minds that fuel most of my post-teenage rage....alot of my anger is taken out on them in my book (better in a book than in real life)....i assume they'll know that im talking about them if this book ever gets out of the darkness of my room....i must say....they give me everything i need without ever giving what i truely want....and that is a crime....im a young man being denied my rights to go out and have a good time.....its silly....but its the friggen truth....
so usually i sit in my room and write stuff all night....and that's a big reason why im writing a book....instead of hanging out with friends and/or tricking a chick to be my girlfriend......my parents tyranny and my inability to enjoy life outside he walls of my bedroom slowly unveil the truth that is my life.....im slowly dying....alone and by myself....

i hate to end on bad notes....so here...