Cramped Spaces...

My dear neck has got a nice cramp and that trust me is not a great experience... after all.. its cramping all my thoughts and also cramping my line of my sight... I cant seem to turn my head around.. even a lil...

BTW, my Sunday gave me this cramp... thanks to the relaxing reading that I was doing... I managed to finish 3/4th of the book.. but now I am dreading the very thought of worsening this cramp of mine... ahem.. enough of my cramped neck I guess... lets get down to that thought provinking thing about cramped spaces...

This phrase is often used in relationships.. u knw the gal n guy telling each other that they are cramping on their space and hence the split.. ok this is where its used the max... and its in this kind of relationship that you can choose to split because the breathing space that you require is been robbed off you.

But what happens when this happens in the relationships that you know you cant walk out of?? I am btw, out of my PMS phase but then really.. .. I just cant get over the fact that my parents can actually rob me off that breathing space... OHKAY... dont freak out... I know this is the third post in a row that I am actually sounding like a depressed maniac.. but if I dont went it out here then where??

I can talk to my boyfriend.. but then I cant get thru him most of the time and then there is always the financial thingy that cramps the talking time..... so about my parents robbing my breathing space.. as per most of the researches.. this is a phase that is inevitable in all the teenagers life because there is a tendency that they want to rebel and that too becuase that irks their parents- Ok.. . I have never been a rebel of sorts... my parents know that I drink..occasionally that too in their presence most of time.. and that too wine(Red) and at max... breezer or Vodka... I have never been too demading- I know when I'll get no as an answer so I dont ask only... and then... hmmm I just dont listen to my mom when she gets on nerves about going cycling.... now that is no hardcore rebellion... and I am no more a teenager. I am 20 years old.. and I hate being so Big.. .. because of the dear Indian cramped mentality... I have no breathing spave beacuse of my parents... Imagine- I am aquantainces with such girls who go out every night partying WITH their parents permission... and then there is me who just waits for cousins..i.e older brothers to come so that they can take me out...clubbing...

So what exactly is wrong with partying...?? Or what is wrong with just freaking out with friends?? man... I just can't get over with the fact that my parents raising an eyebrow over my conduct.. when I have never drunk so much or spend so much that they can question me...

Why cant they just let me...BE... instead of worsening my cramp??