The long awaited words

Well, here's my new blog. I've been avoiding this for a while, but my sister finally convinced me to start my own blog. Maybe this is exactly what I need. In about four months I'm planning on moving out of my parents house and moving in with my best friends. I've been living with my parents alone since my older brother moved out four years ago. If I do say so myself I think I've done a good job living with them until recently. Maybe I've finally reached my breaking point or maybe it's the fact I know I'll be gone soon, but everything out of my parents mouths is extremly annoying to me. The only thing that's keeping me from kneeling over and dieing from frustration is the thought of knowing I'll be gone soon. I think I've come to realize that these feelings that I have toward my parents are feelings of resentment. I didn't lead a normal teenage life because I was too busy trying to be a daughter my parents could be proud of, a daughter that didn't make mistakes, a daughter that always did the right thing. I wasted four high school years on my parents trying be a perfect daughter for them who, until recently, I finally saw weren't the perfect parents who I thought they were. I love my parents, they are good people, but I want to start living my life for me. I feel as if I've been brained washed my whole life and in some ways it's true. I look at who my parents are now and who I am now and I see that some where down the road I became Michelle and am no longer my parents. I'll be moving to much smaller town then the one I live in now, but that doesn't bother me. It actully makes me happy, happy that for the first time in my life I'm doing what I want to do and not what other people want me to do.