Anyways, I am going through some really tough times right now. It's mostly my parents and my family. When I was growing up I was homeschooled and being sheltered definitely contributed to problems integrating into the rest of society. I guess this all started freshman year. in middle school i struggled a lot because i was very unaware of norms of teenagers and kids my age. When you are homeschooled you really miss out on learning social skills, even if you are still getting a good academic education. Finally I hit highschool and i start experimenting with drugs. Now im in junior year and ive tried just about everything short of heroin. However, harder drugs that i tried were not my drug of choice, my primary drug use was smoking weed really. Throughout highschool my drug use has been on and off. i was doing really well and had everything together, a job, good grades, a car. then i decided from working so hard that there wouldnt be any harm in buying some pot for over break, i figured, since i dont have to worry about getting all A's i can just chill out and have some fun. My parents found the pot in my room and went all crazy. They took away my car and my cell so i couldnt get to work or call work, so i ended up getting fired. i got really mad at them for not only taking away my pot i was gonna smoke over break but also for taking away my car or hanging out with friends. my break ended up being misreable and i started doing stuff again. my parents tried to put me in outpatient but in the end i was just like fuck it i cant stand these stupid things. when i refused to go, my parents did something that made me jaw drop. they got violent. when i said i would stay in my room they both grabbed my arms. i fought to go back to my room and they said if i wasnt going to out patient i couldnt live in their house. when i kept struggling to stay upstairs my mom kicked me out from under my legs and down the flight of stairs. when they got me to the front door, they threw me onto the porch that had salt on it and was icy. i walked away crying, yelling at them i was going to kill myself and that it would be their fault and that they would have to live with that. stupid idea. halfway down the street, angrily smoking a cigarette while calling my friend in tears about staying at his place, the cops showed up. they said they were here to help me blah blah blah usual crap they feed you. then i got sent to the hospital and they kept me there for 6 days. i didnt even attempt suicide i just threatened it. child protective services got involved but i dropped pursuing the case because of lack of evidence like bruises, and the fact i didnt want to go to a facility or foster home. when im finally discharged im going to outpatient again because they were making me. then they got even more and more stressed and i was getting vibes that they were finally giving up and they said things like we wont expect anything of you if you dont expect things of us (ie, you get in jail for using drugs then dont expect us to bail you out) i thought that was reasonable. when i thought they didnt care anymore i stopped going to outpatient. however, i told them i respect their rules of having a drug free home and that i dont mind pissing in a cup for them. i was showing up clean on all my drug tests when a month after my discharge they randomly show up at my school and take me out saying i have an appointment with my therapist. i know i dont because they would have given me a dismissal note or whatever so i knew something was up. my thoughts were correct exactly, it was some stupid intervention thing. they were there and they had all these letters from relatives i barely see about how much they "care" and all this crap when i know they dont. they revealed to me that they were going to send me to rehab. i counter them saying how ive been clean on my drug tests and they say its not good enough. i know opiates showed up in my system at the hospital, but i explained the circumstance, that i was just fucking around and popped a couple vicodin, its not like i have a supply of the stuff or like im addicted to heroin. basically the entire thing is over me smoking weed. i look at them like they are insane, 1 for sending someone to rehab over fucking pot, and 2, for sending someone who is clean of drugs. when i said i wasnt going to rehab, they again said i wasnt allowed to come home. so i walked all the way back to school a good half an hour through the bad parts of town and i stayed over at a friends house that night. the next night, i found someone to sorta move in with. his parents are really understanding and stuff and they said as long as i follow the rules like no drugs then its ok, and i had quit using anyways for a month in my parents house so thats not really a problem for me. we had a power outage at school and i borrowed my sisters keys and we went to my house and grabbed my stuff. my parents still have my car keys and they claim they are gonna sell it. so now im living in my friends basement and i dont know whats going to happen next. i cant focus on school work cause of all the stress. im kinda a mess. i dont want to drop out of school, i cant live in an apartment AND still go to school. so im kinda fucked and i dont know what to do. my goal is to eventually go back home and for life to go back to normal. i wish i could get emancipated i mean with my parents getting violent and trying to send me to rehab when im clearly clean of drugs...they might have some good intentions but they are just making everything worse for me. i was so close to getting a new job but i need a car for it

help, someone

sorry that was so incredibly long...i mean that was only the recent stuff ive dealt with so much fucking shit in highschool that im overwhelmed and i need someone to cut me a break