My Messed Up Life

I hate this world and everything in it.  It all started when my parents separated in 2008. Later I moved where I live now, and my dad moved to Texas, saying it was for work, though I know it was for my step mother. I kept getting bullied in 5th grade, causing me to be hostile. My anger hasn't gotten better. My great grand father passed away on my 11th birthday, from a stroke. My family said that it would help me remember him. Yeah, remember his death. About a month ago I found out that my mother had breast cancer. She was suppose to have surgery and radiation, and then everything would return to normal, because they caught it early. No. I was horribly wrong. I was walking out of my school building after a band concert, on the night of her surgery. I called to see if everything was alright. When she picked up the phone, I knew something was wrong. I could tell by the sound of her voice. I kept asking. She finally said "it was worse than they thought". I collapsed right in the middle of the parking lot, crying my eyes out. Later, I found out that she will have to have chemo, possibly another surgery, and radiation. All this has been too much. I want out. I'm done.