Who Does He Think He Is?

He just picks up the phone and dials the number. My number. He has no right to do that. He doesn't live here anymore, he's gone. He can't call me up and tell me what I can and cannot do. He is not my father, he is a figure that I wish I could erase from my life. All of a sudden I can't hang out with my friends, and I can't have my computer upstairs. Why does he get to do that? He hasn't been here for the last two years. Oh, and I can't go into my room from the time I get home from volunteering to the time I go to sleep. THIS IS NOT FAIR! He doesn't get a part in my life. If he wanted one, he could have been nicer, kinder, or even less loud. That would have worked too. He doesn't care about me, no, he cares about my education. He wants me out of this house, and living on my own where he doesn't need to talk to me. He wants me out. And trust me I want to be out. I hate this house and everybody that permanently lives in it. I love my brother, but I just can't stand it anymore. It's like this whole house is being infested with the presence of my mother and the once in a while visits from my father. WHY DOES HE GET TO DO THIS? Why can't I do things the way I want to do them. I want to move out. I hate this hell hole. I'm jellos of everybody who has parents who don't care, and who don't push on your lives. Be grateful for what you have. Having a parent who doesn't let you go to someone's house is pretty depressing. My life at this point sucks to the max. I just don't know what to do at this point. Should I leave, or should I stay? We'll see how things play out.
                      Good Night
                           Love Gena <3