Hello. This could have been written by me!
I know how you feel - as a kid I envied my friends with super chilled out dads, who wanted to know the names of their school crushes (god forbid you have ANY involvement with boys), who let them dress however they wanted without having a say in it, who let them go to so and so's house and let them get back home by themselves without ruining the evening with check in texts, who'd let them do more for themselves... OR later on, my friends who didn't have to lie about the fact they were going on a date once they were graduated from uni, back at home and just living their own life. As a young adult my dad made me want to be secretive, and I resented him asking questions about anything, yet I was too nervous to assert that I needed space, and if I did, I did it in temper. I wanted privacy so I didn't have to deal with his over protection, and I still find myself wanting the same (late 20s now).
At the end of the day, only you know your true dad, and what his intentions are. Deep down know mine is over-protective out of love, and I have a good understanding of his own traumatic childhood, which makes me feel more sympathetic about why he is the way he is. It makes me a bit less mad about the inevitable trauma i've ended up with over his ways (particularly due to his suppression of emotions, which I really suffered from growing up, on top of all the loving overprotective stuff...). I do feel guilty when I find myself hiding things from him or shutting him out. He's had clinical anxiety/depression from a young age too so taught me to be afraid of lots of things. Arguably out of love.
I'm not sure what it would help you to hear, but you are not alone. For me, endless time processing things that hurt me the most in the past has done me a world of good. Maybe journaling will help you? I spent a lot of time facing things head on and making the conscious decision to move forwards with my life, and to be the woman that younger me would have needed. Not to mention trying to unlearn a lot of things I had drummed into me as a kid.
Isn't it funny how even the most loving parent can mess up a kid?