I hate my parents. I genuinely hate them so much. They don't let me be a teenager. They don't let me show negative emotions without it blowing up and turning into a whole thing. I'm a junior taking AP and Honors Classes and am still supposed to be completely stress free and in bed by 10pm. My dad literally turns the wifi off at that time. I usually get home at 4ish, for context. 6 when I have martial arts. Leaves 4 to 6 hours to do my work. Its never enough. Especially with my mom wanting family time and dinner and all the extra shit I have to do around the house. My tipping point today was when my brother, under my mom's instruction, went into my room and made my bed with clean sheets. They weren't even dirty. He didn't even do it properly. HE DIDN'T FUCKING TUCK ANYTHING IN, ITS A MESS, THE PILLOWS ARE LUMPY AND I HATE IT AND NOW ITS 7:20 PM AND I'M TIRED AND I JUST GOT YELLED AT FOR BEING UPSET AND I HAVE TO REMAKE MY BED ON TOP OF AP HOMEWORK AND WRITING REFLECTIONS. I'm tired.