Me and my mother just got into it really really bad. I reacted without any second thought whatsoever and broke things and punched my dresser and completely broke the drawer. I don't feel bad for the way I acted towards my mother as I believe she wholeheartedly deserved the anger and frustration. I do feel bad however for acting that way in front of my mother's foster children. I feel horrible in my own body and I hate being here. I don't know if I hate being alive or just hate being alive in these conditions, either way I hate this. I feel so angry and just upset constantly. I hate this. Anyone have any advice? I just up and left, I'm across the street right now at my friend's house and I'm pretty sure the police are at my house but idek. I don't think I really care anymore either to be quiet honest. I would rather be anywhere but here right now. Even if Im in a padded cell.