A little more about my argument with dad, if you don't care, you can leave.
So this morning when I left, there was an envelope with my name on it in his handwriting. When I opened it, there was $20 in it. Now, of course I'm taking and spending the money, what I hate is that my dad thinks he can solve this by throwing money at it. Not gonna happen, write me a note or something, cause I guarantee I'm not speaking to you for at least a week or so.
And it's not the fact that I had to mow the leaves (that's a stupid reason), it's that my parents have so much power over me, because I live in their house, I rent an apartment from them, and I have to follow the rules. If I had the money, I wouldn't live there. I just hate how they bend their rules and its ok, but if I do its horribly bad, and not allowed. That's what I hate. And I think part of their rules, is (are) cause they know they have no say over my life, and this is the tiny way they can have control. I know they hate my tattoos, hell my mom said she'd pay to have one of them removed. And I know they are slowly getting used to the idea that I love bikes and riding them. I think they just hate that I'm not their good little girl anymore.