My life is so oppressive, I need to get away from it. Otherwise, this is not life in my opinion. My dad is intimidating and the reason that my life is so oppressive is that he's so critical of me, and has determined that what I do, such as taking pictures or writing, is childish. Is this true? Why is he like this? He's been having horrible behavior towards me such as taking and throwing a bottle of mouthwash from my hands, as well as pretty much screaming in my face for minutes and holding my hand. WTF? That is the end of my rantings, but I can't always forget stuff, because that's not right. His behavior has gotten to the point to where I can't believe it whatsoever, and it's making me think that if he escalates even slightly in the future, he is dangerous and might do something bad to me. This is not fiction or something that I simply write to just have sympathy towards me. I can't forget when he gets mad at me because when I do, it keeps getting worse with time. I don't want him to do it ever again. I just don't know, I can't believe my situation, even though I don't know what to say. I can't help but hope to move out. Every day I'm at home, I wish I were in a place I could call my own but I'm pretty much not because the home I'm in is not one which I earned through work. I can't help but to find a deeper meaning behind all of this. It makes me tend to think that the meaning of life is that being oppressed doesn't matter, and that the meaning of life in general is not what we initially think. I could be wrong, but then again, I don't know.