Just shoot me now.

If I have to live with my mom much longer I'm probably going to kill myself. (Okay, that may be an exaggeration. Maybe.) She says she's done nothing wrong. That I have no reason to be angry with her. How can she forget that less than a week ago she acted like she was going to kick me out and make me go live with my grandmother? Telling me that I had to have an 11 curfew and would have to tell my grandma where I was at all times or she'd die. And then to not even go through with it makes the whole thing worse. She's constantly telling me that I'm selfish. That I'm not even trying to be happy. But frankly I'm not that sad anymore, just relentlessly angry and annoyed with her (among other people, but she just being the one I can't ever avoid.) I try to tell her things would be better if we didn't live together and she gets defensive. It's not me, it's you, she says. And then there's the constant worrying and overreacting. The worst thing you can do with a bipolar person is overreact when they're overreacting. She always just escalates the situation. If I were freaking out on my own, it would be over more quickly. She asks me all kinds of questions all the time. I say I'm not hungry, she asks me what I ate. She's always texting me, asking where I am and what I'm doing. No one else who is twenty years old has their mom texting and calling them all the time. She's the one doing the blaming and the invalidating and other things you learn the name of at mental health groups. She acts like I'm so bad and I'm tired of feeling guilty and I'm tired of feeling suffocated. I'm just tired of living with her.