<human>: This probably isn't really an ask, but I really do need to vent somewhere.  At the age of twenty, I am living under my parents' roof for the summer.  It's not unreasonable in my opinion because I can't afford an apartment, and they expect me to live with them until I get a job.  My mom says she wants me to find one within an hour or two.  This is *not fucking going to happen*.  We live in buttfuck nowhere, and I don't want to be stuck like they are.  I hate being stuck.  At school, I'm not stuck.  I can do what I want, when I want.  They don't care because I'm at school.  The second I come home it is like I'm living in a prison.  It negatively affects my relationships with my friends and boyfriend and most other people.  I become surly and unhappy and depressed.  I rarely get to see my boyfriend when I'm home and we go to college in different states.  The 10:00 curfew and the constant drilling about where I'm going to be, for how long, and with whom is getting really old.  I've been a pretty damn good kid for almost my entire life.  There were rough spots when I was 15, but that is an age at which I estimate about 90% of people go crazy for a while.  And that time is over.  They can't raise me anymore or teach me anything or give me more morals.  That stage in my life has passed.  In terms of developing who I am and what I will be, they have little to no more say as far as I am concerned.  Any attempts to assert myself and stay out for a night are met with "Where are you?  I'll be there in 20 minutes."  I like my parents so much better from 4 1/2 hours away.  I think our relationship is healthier that way.

I guess,

Could you distill the essence of the text into 1-3 sentences?
<bot>: Dear reddit, help me grow a pair.  I would like to know how you think independence should be asserted by a "child".