All this talk of getting older, it's getting me down my son, like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown, this time I'm coming out

Well, once more my asshole instinct kicked in. Yup, I was mad because i couldn't go out. I said some things I didn't mean. My dad really is great. It's amazing that my actions haven't given him a heart attack yet. But after tonight, he's so mad because I shot right for his nuts, that I don't really know what's going to happen. Everyone always tells me what the heck to do and i get so angry. They leave all these big adult business descisions to me, and exploit my driving skill. But when it comes to do doing a lot of things that I want, my mom explodes and says no. "Your never home." she says, well maybe because I'm busy working for you and shuttling my sister around. So any extra time i have really doesn't want to be spent doing more house work. Usually that's about the time where my dad kicks in and says "let the s.o.b. go out." Sometimes it works and soemtimes it doesn't. Well that's what happened today. I abused my privelage and then wasn't allowed to go out tonight, and yelled at him when it's not his fault. He's only talking to all of us over the phone, and when you're talking to my mom, you could swear to god that she might jump through that reciever. Well, i was pretty hurtful. I said what he says doesnt matter. It does. He's my dad. It's not his fault he isnt here. he could be if he would. I was an ass. I must have sounded so much like my mother because he yelled at me like he yelled at mom. i had no place to do that. even if i make a lot of adult descisions, he's still my dad. and i still love him.