I want to run away. I want to run away so fucking badly. I know I shouldn't, im almost 18, but god every fucking day here is hell. We have bedbugs, which is somehow my fault and I keep getting berated about not getting rid of them and how if it was my mom sleeping here she would sleep downstairs on the floor. I FUCKING CANT. SHE WONT LET ME AND WE DONT HAVE ANYTHING TO GET RID OF THEM WITH. SHE KEEPZ SAYING I SHOULD SPRAY ALCOHOL AND VACUUM EVERYDAY BUT WE DONT HAVE ANY FUCKING ALCOHOL AND SHE FINALLY (AFTER MOOOONTHS) BOUGHT THE FUCKING DIATOMACEOUS EARTH SHIT AND NOW SHE WONT HELP ME APPLY IT AND I CAN'T VERY WELL DO IT MYSELF CONSIDERING I NEED HER PREAPPROVAL FOR EVERYTHING AND I WONT HAVE ANYWHERE TO SLEEP AFTER APPLYING IT. She made a comment about how she doesnt understand how I can just deal with it and its because I dont have a choice, so I literally dont let myself think about it or I break down crying im so close to fucking offing myself omfg