I live in a trailor with my brothers, mother, and grandma. Everyday is a struggle to not cry. Its not like my mom doesn't know that my grandma screams at us and call us names, she's just always at work. I hate it here, I truly do, I'm in the middle of my freshman year and I want help. I've been cutting since seventh grade. I'm just afraid of her getting mad if I spoke my mind(cause she has before).