I'm really sick and goddamned tired of my mother yelling and screaming and slaming things around. We're teenagers, of course we never do anything right. Isn't that what teenagers do? I'm also tired of getting my head bitten off when I express my opion. It's my mother fucking opinion and the law says that I have the right to state it and not get prosecuted. Just because we don't see eye to eye doesn't mean I'm a "Selfish little bitch." I want to move out of here so bad I can literally taste it, but I can't afford a place on my own and no one want's to move out with me. I could move in with a stranger, but I mean, theese days, how dangerous is that right? And moving in with a friend is out of the question. I don't want to impose on their space. Half of my friends live with their parents still anyways. I'm stuck in a rut that I can't get out of. Is this verbal abuse? I never thought of it that way as a kid, but is it really? Everytime somthing isn't done to her standards or done for her, she screams at us and tells us we're all lazy assholes. Or could it just be the stress of the divorce? I want to run away. Far away and not tell anyone where I am going. --Helpless, and fucking depressed. FML.