At my lowest...

Last night my father sat me down and told me the new "rules" that I would be living by, if I choose to live in his house... His house, his rules.
I have two options really, live there and be completly miserable, or move out!

I'm broke. The money I'm working here is for school... moving out isn't a viable option. So, do I opt to stay? The restrictions imposed are far more than ridiculous. He hopes, I think, that it will make me turn from the "path of destruction". But they won't. They're making me hate them more, as if that was possible.
I don't feel like I'm bein pushed out. I feel like they really think they are going to accomplish something by this, and in order for me to regain my freedom, I'll have to pretend it's working. But I cannot live under these conditions for too long. I am going to be constantly depressed, quite unlike me, and very unhappy.
But what options do I have?