I couldn't believe what she yelled at me next, "GO AHEAD! I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE DEAD! DO IT! YOU'RE PROBABLY JUST BLUFFING ANYWAY!" Which I was. No matter how much I wanted to die, I would never actually kill myself. No matter how many times I've thought about it, there's always something I think of that still makes me feel special. First, it was Big Time Rush. Now, it's Glee and I feel so much more special than I ever did. There have been a couple more incidents, her saying she wanted me to get bullied, that I smelled bad but I couldn't get perfume or anything to make me smell better, that I deserved to be bullied. One incident was when I wanted to go to a fucking FREE Katy Perry concert with my best friend and her friend but, Obama was going to be there so my dad didn't want me to go. My dad really really HATES Obama. I don't really want to judge a person badly if I haven't met them and gotten to know them. But they finally decided to let me go, if I did all this stuff on this stupid list my dad made. I read the list, while crying uncontrollably, and I didn't know I needed it so I ripped it up because I was frustrated and angry. But, just my luck, I did actually need it. My parents flipped shit because I ripped it up. I rewrote it because my dad said I could still go if I rewrote it but, my dad said that I lied on it and didn't put all of the stuff on it but, I did! Then my mom started crying and swearing. I told them about my mom telling me to kill myself and that she wanted me to be bullied and she didn't deny she said it. She kept freaking out and started packing saying she was leaving and never coming back. My dad wouldn't let her go and be was trying to calm her down and he let her for a second to lock the doors together so she couldn't open them in the back but when he came back she left through the front door. She had taken my iPhone with her (she likes to but me stuff to 'make up' for all the shit she's put me through and then do more shit) but my dad managed to let me have my iPod back from her. My dad wanted to know where she was so I told him I could track her phone because I could just go online to find it. Her phone didn't have the tracker hooked up. But mine did. I followed where 'my phone' was all night. She stayed in a motel overnight but she came back the next day. We haven't even mentioned it at all since she came home.