i wake up my ideas?

is it so hard to leave that little leeway for me? hello. i'm 17 not 7. many times, i know you would say if i'm not happy, then just leave the god damn house. but you never because you don't want me out of the house. but i am driven up the damn wall, up a corner, suffocated so much that i can barely breathe. would a little bit more of breathing space do you any harm? i've stepped up my game in whatever i do. is that not enough for you? my eyes are stinging like mad but crying doesn not solve anything. neither does it make me any happier. wtf. i need to scream. you know, sometimes, i really entertain the thought of _______.