Picture perfect

You know those days when you realize just how much you hate being under someone's control? Yeah, story of my life for the past two days. Two days may not seem like much, but in this house, two days might as well be two hundred years.
From the outside I'm sure we look like some kind of family that belongs on the cover of "Utah valley magazine". Two kids who are both active in the church, play sports, and are honor roll students. Little can anyone see that living in a house like ours, is anything but easy.
Before you start thinking crazy things, we always get dinner, we don't get beat or anything but for some reason, I can't do this anymore.
The moment your name becomes a derogatory insult, you wanna cry.. The moment you get told to pack up cause your going to go play maid at your grandparents house who live 3,000 miles away, you wish you hadn't left your asics at school so you could run away. Literally. To the end of the world and never come back.
But what kills you most is having your own dad tell you you're a waste and the moment you graduate, he wants nothing to do with you. While your mom just glares at you as if you brought all this upon yourself.
I hate living here. Oh so much.. I can't stand being under the leash my dad wants me on. This is exactly why I hate mexican culture.. Men are not above women. I'm not going to treat anyone with any sort of respect who doesn't do the same for me. Ever.
I don't know why i got delt the card I did, but all i know is that I have one hell of a best friend who I can always call and bawl to. It kinda sucks when the person who you have to go to isn't in your family. That your actual family are the ones that you want close to nothing to do with simply because they don't realize anything other then what they want.
Picture perfect my butt.
Get me out of here yesterday.
I quit.