Am I going crazy for saying this???

Its been a week and a half that I haven't seen my own bed. I haven't been home because I was just avoiding it. I guess I was having so much fun anywhere but here. Its really fun to "bed hop" you get it. From one bed to the next, I was sleeping over places like I didn't have a home. Until I got a few people sick, sorry. I even stayed in my mothers house for some days because she would cook. And I don't play when it comes to food. But I missed my own space and my bed. Now that I'm back I don't want to be here. Maybe its my room that I dislike or maybe its not having someone to talk to in the mornings. Or maybe now this right here can be something CRAZY, INSANE or just plain ole STUPID but maybe its the lack of Parental Control. Someone telling you what not to do. Someone making you do things that you found senseless but may help you in the long run. Someone yelling at you when you get home too late. I don't know if I'm going crazy but doing whatever you want to do when ever you want to do it doesn't seem that much fun anymore. I miss breaking the rules. Coming into the house scared to make a noise because your parents would hear, being as quite as possible. Then the next day when your asked what time you got home you lie and say 2 hours before the time you really came in at. Man I miss those days. Not wanting to get caught, I thought I got caught once and I had the only face. It was my sister Latoya being a dick. Boy that was a funny face, it looked like his...