Have you ever felt suffocated, when the four walls are closing in on you so tight you can't breathe. When your house has become a prison, and your mother the warden. When the thought of escape never seemed brighter. When darkness and despair just engulf you and you just wish yourself far far away. When silly thoughts start dancing in you head, and I just wish I can disappear, maybe then would she regret treating me thus. Never a pleasant word, always animosity and acrid words, meant to burn and anger. Where the only place I can let my guard down is the toilet, where I can lock the door and sob my sorrow out to the four walls, trying unsuccessfully to stem the flood of tears so that my tell-tale puffy eyes won't give me away during dinner time. Where I was threatened to be locked out of house if I get home past 10pm, just because I was out late for two consecutive nights, and 11pm at that. I am 21 for crying out loud, what century are we living in anyway. Its not as if I smoke, drink, do drugs or anything indecent, I have even stopped clubbing. All the anger and resentment burning inside me, I doubt I would give a shit if I were locked out, I don't even mind being kicked out, or maybe I should just leave. I really don't know how much of this I can take. I can't wait for my birthday to come. My key to freedom, or is it?