Stuck

I feel like my life is stagnating.
Taking college courses has shown me that I enjoy writing,
but not what I want to do with my life.
Being an writer would seem obvious,
but inspiration is infrequent
and I wouldn't be able to meet strict deadlines.
Everyone else has figured out what they want to do,
while I feel like I'm drowning.
Sure I have nice things
like a computer, gaming systems, and a big t.v.,
but I can't really do anything with my life.
Gaming just helps me distract myself
from all the pressure and stress.
No ID, no license or permit, no bank account, no job.
And yet...they wonder why I spend all my time
on the couch gaming or watching videos.
I need my birth certificate to get an ID.
Somehow they lost both copies of it,
so someone has to get a new one from the city.
But every time I ask them they put it off,
forget, are busy, or refuse.
"You're old enough to get it yourself." says Mom,
even though they can't give it to me
without an ID or a parent.
"Yes, yes, we'll get it one of these days..." says Grampa,
even though he's only watching sports
or movies he's already seen over a hundred times by now.
I need a license or permit so I can have some form of ID
and a way to transport myself without relying on others,
as well as have proof of my age.
They say the same things to that as well,
again I need a parent and they're not really doing anything
but are somehow "busy".
I need a bank account so if I get a job
I can start saving up
for the things I want to get,
the things I want to do,
and the places I want to go,
but I can't make one because an ID is required to do so.
I need a job so I can make my own money
and not have to constantly rely on gift money
or borrow money from others,
but I need a license and a bank account
before I could get one.
Same story as before, s
ame disregard of these important necessities to my future.
And yet, "You're wasting your life sitting here.
Why don't you get a job?" they say.
"Why don't you pick a day to go?" they ask,
even though every day I pick
becomes the day they decide to make plans on
because they couldn't be bothered to remember.
Every time I get upset because of this
I'm told to stop being a "brat"
or it's somehow my fault
that I don't have what I need yet.
Every time I try to talk calmly
about how it bothers me
they laugh as if I'm telling a joke
or just shrug it off as if it's nothing.
Every time I give up and don't mention it
I'm yelled at for "forgetting".
It's nice to know how unimportant my life is
compared to old movies, Facebook games, and sports.
It's nice to know I'm never taken seriously
when I try to make progress in my life
because I'm "just a teenager who knows nothing".
It feels great to be treated like a child
when I try to get what I need for adult life.
I feel like I'm trapped in my childhood,
unable to do anything about it.
"Grow up." "Act like an adult."
I'm trying, but you're holding me back.