Thank you all for your concern.
I discussed it with my dad and he yelled at me...Saying: "After all I did for you, and after trying so hard to get you away from your abusive mom, you just want to leave me like that? Kill yourself or run away? I can tell you if you run away, I'm going to find you. If you kill yourself, my world would be crushed."
I go through these stages off and on; but I'm always depressed.
When I get to the point where I just can't take anymore, I cry my eyes out and sit there. Begging to god to let me just die. I'm too much of a coward to end my own life.
I've attempted suicide at least 3 or 4 times. All at school this year. Before I go I would overdose on medication I didn't even know what it was for. Everytime I passed out, but nothing happened. All I know is that I have Liver problems now.
Last night in the shower I was just thinking to myself, hoping that I would be able to make myself forget. "My mom is dead to me. I never had one." And I guess that makes things better...The fact why I hate her so much is because she had full custody of me, but would drop me off at my dad's for months on end; no contact. Then, she would come pick me up and take me back to hell with her. She would bring home strange guys, and I obviously heard everything she did with them. She used to beat me, call me useless and that I was nothing but a burden on her. Sure, she was nice to me...When she wanted to impress someone.
The last time she kicked me out, I was in 7th grade. She threw me out of the house at midnight becuase she told me to grow up, and I said: "Mom, you know what? I'm 12 years old. Maybe it's you who needs to open your eyes and grow up."
Before she literally threw me out of the house, she tried to smack me, but I moved. Then, she got infuriated so I stood up and told her to shut up. Then I punched her and left.
I'm so stupid because I kept forgiving her...when I was 14, her husband came home drunk and threatened to kill us. I told him to get the f*** out of the house, so he did and I called the cops...I held my mother, who was sobbing her eyes out...I comforted her, something that she had never done for me.