What exactly do you mean, being independent? Are you being kicked out of your house or something? If so, I'm sorry to hear that.
I let out all my most honest frustrations on mother (not physically, BTW) yesterday. Father comes in gets into an arguement with me; he even threatens to kill me (seriously? I didn't even touch her you moron!
), and still sprouts out a buncha bullshit where mother's doing all the [parasitic bomb] in the house for us. Now she stopped caring, and I'm now probably surviving on whatever I have left, yet there is some doubt in myself that I can still go on anymore.
Now what really puts me off; since when does having a job, to earn your stay in the house, means you can lazy all you like, eg. my brother spends most of his worthless time, sleeping when he's home, never does his dishes by pestering me to do it for him, although he at least pays me for it (yet it's probably the only payment I can get at this stage in life), and avoids just about anything that would get him out of bed. Please tell me, how is that even fair?
My frustrations come from everyone constantly bugging me when I'm in the middle of trying to communicate with you guys, or trying to get back to some of my WIPs, which tend to take forever to finish. Believe me, I never get enough time to finish what I plan on doing that time, when this happens.