I'm done. Things were supposed to get better, but they've gotten worse.
My parents and I ended up fighting over that stupid dog. They keep saying, "We'll find him a new home! He's a good boy." Yes. He's the good boy that killed our other dog, who was my best friend for four years, and there for me through every move and every trouble. He maimed my grandmother's dog as well, and it was a miracle that we could save him. He attacked me, and I have the scars to prove it. He bit my brother's friend in the face, and did the same to my aunt's dog. Luckily, her dog was docile, because he was three times the size of our dog, and had a brother who was the same. I told them that I was done. That I was going to tell my father about him biting the friend and other dog. I don't want him put down, but I'm through. Dogs are supposed to be fun. You should be able to play with a dog, and make all the noises you want, and meet other people and dogs. With him, we can't. Then she got mad at me, and told me how horrible I am. How I always hold grudges, how I'm just a petty, horrible person. I don't think that wanting to get rid of a dog that is a constant threat is "holding a grudge". It's called trying to be safe. The best part? We're bringing in a puppy, small enough to hold in one hand. I know that he'll kill it without a second of hesitation, and how easy it is for him to do so... But nothing's going to change. He's a sweet dog... but I can't do this anymore.
That's not the worst part. My mom always calls me a horrible person, no matter how nice I am. I was simply talking to her this morning about Donald Trump, and how he's a butt. (Don't judge), and she looks me in the eye, and says, "I can't stand negative people like him. All negative people are horrible and shouldn't live. I should stay away from them." And then walked off. I told her about how Proactive wasn't working, and only gave me more pimples after using it for a month and a half. She took a practically unused bottle, and indirectly called me a liar. "Huh? Well, this one couldn't have been used for more than a day or two." I told her that that one wasn't mine, and that mine were still with them, which they were, and that I saw them the last time I was with my father. She did the passive aggressive thing again.
I'm done with this. She's in the other room, talking JUST loud enough that I can hear her say, "I can't believe I wanted her to live with us. God, she's such a hateful and terrible person. I'm not sure if I want to live with her anymore." I don't know what to do... I can't stand this anymore. I really can't. I've tried for too long. I can't stand any of this. I don't have any self esteem or any hopes. Do you know how bad it is when you can't trust your mother? I can't trust mine. She always says, "Okay! I'll do ___!" And then bails on me at the last second, or never does it. Now, whenever she says, "Don't worry, I'll do ____!" I don't believe her. Let's see what she's done... Forgot to pick me up from school four times now, so I had to limp home because my knee sucks. My favorite one was when I made sure with her multiple times one morning. "Remember to pick me up after school today!" and she nodded, and told me what time. I get there, and she's not there. I wait a few minutes, she's not there. I limp home, and she goes, "Why are you home so late?" Another time, she said I could visit my friends, since we only live two hours away from my old home. I made sure everyday for two weeks, and did everything. That morning she said that she'd drive me out once I get home. I get home, and she bails. Not to mention the lies when I was younger. When she'd say that she'd be back in an hour and be gone for a few days. I now have anxiety attacks whenever someone is gone longer than they say that they'd be, and break down if they don't pick up the phone. There's no way to stop it... It's ruined my life.
I can't stand any of this anymore. I really can't. The mental abuse is tearing me apart. I have zero self esteem, I have zero hopes, I have zero motivation. What's the point of going on if no one's going to help or support you on the way?
I'm done.