I hate my life

I'm 1st generation American. My parents immigrated here for a better life. I was born and raised here. They've worked their ass off to provide for me and my siblings. They've had to sacrifice so much and I'm grateful for them. They're my heroes.<br><br>I've 10 siblings. Yes, 10. That's 11 kids. It's a lot. None of them have gone to college. Most of them are in a job that doesn't require a degree. Some of them don't even have a job. Some of them have kids of their own. From a young age, because of poverty, I had to help take care of all of my younger siblings. I was expected to help around the house and go to school. I would have to wake up at 4am to clean the house, and then rush to get my siblings ready for school, and then go to school myself. I had to walk to school in the rain, snow, and cold because we didn't have cars. We relied on public transportation for everything. I grew up too quickly. I had to mature quickly. I had to take on responsibilities that no child should have to do.<br><br>I'm only 25. I'm not allowed to move out. I don't have permission to move out. I'm expected to live with them my entire life. I'm not allowed to date anyone until I'm 30. I have to get married wherever they tell me to and whoever they tell me to. I'm not allowed to get a job in an field that requires a degree. I'm not allowed to leave the house without anyone accompanying me.<br><br>This is my life. I've never had control of my life. I just want to live my own life. I want to travel. I want to have fun. I want to meet new people. I want to be able to make my own decisions. I feel like I'm dying here.