You don't listen

Things were going good today
but ONE thing. Just one thing happens and you scream at me and how irresponsible I am.

I go over to a friends house and you freak out as though I were going to a drug dealer's home and get mad at me as if I had just arrived home at midnight with tattered clothes and smelling like alcohol

I know age doesnt directly relate to how much responsibility I should be given but I AM FUCKING 16 I should be allowed to cross the street and quickly stop at a friend's house before making my way back to you
This is a family not a totalitarian regime
I'm so sick of your exaggerations and paranoia.
I'm given responsibility every once in a blue moon and the one time I screw up you never let go. A couple minor flaws I have, and I get treated like I'm ignorant and a 6 year old child and not able to sustain myself and make me own decisions like a living breathing teenager
What am I going to do
I am going to legally become an adult in two years and you expect me to ask permission for everything.
I'm going to be 18 and I will be (and sorta am [because of you]) paranoid to walk on the street alone, to go to a friend's house...
and I'll be a completely useless person in society because I'll be a recluse and a fearful child while everyone else has learned to fend for themselves
I'd like to make my own decisions every once in a while but you can't even give me that
I won't be able to make it on my own and I'm afraid
I've thought about moving out or running away but how mature would that be of me?
How much would I miss you?
How long would it be until I would be found?
And how would it be until you gave me the ounce of trust you have in me back?
sure you care but sometimes you're doing me more harm than good
TAKE NOTE OF THAT when I'm 30 and still and living in your apartment