So I had to call them. My mom was going to go in the garage and start the car and try to kill her self that way. I had no other option but to do that because I was sick and tired of Mom. Three cops showed up at my door. They were nice and all, but they basically said I needed proof and needed to catch her in the act, instead of her chickening out and walking back in the house ten seconds later.

So me and my sister are basically helpless at this point. I mean, if the cops can't do anything, what can I do? So my sister called her counselor after this lovely little episode to see if we can commit her to a hospital. I am so sick of this. I guess the only thing I can do is just sit in my room and play video games and check on her to see if she's not trying to kill herself. Yay. What a lovely life. She keeps telling herself she CAN'T do anything. She can't drive, she can't take the dog out, she can't eat, she can't do anything.

And basically the cops told me I had to keep living like this. Yay.