Master of Disguise

I recently came to realize that these past two years my life is split into two identities. No I'm not being fake towards people, it just mainly has to do with the folks at home. It has turned into this bad habit of mine. I tell my parents I am doing one thing just cause I know that what I'm actually doing will not pass their evaluation. I have started this trend a while ago out of desperation. My parents (mom and step-dad) have no clue of all the raves I've attended, the 24 hour mini road trip to Santa Barbara for Halloween last year, all the times I said, "oh dad called me to help out with the kids" I was out in LA. clubbing. I have been also abusing the, "I'm at school studying or I have group projects this week" to simply stay out of the house for a hangout. It drives my off the wall having to ASK my parents for permission to go out. Seriously it is like pulling a bunch of teeth out to leave the house. I made an attempt to at least tell rather than ask my parents on what i am doing. That all just backfires 99.9% of the time. This habit doesn't seem to be vanishing anytime soon with my conservative parents having me on a leash. How sad is the thought of the only way there can be truly peace with my mom and I, is if I were to move out. 21 still feels like 16.