Desperation in Desperate Times Call for Well-Executed Measures

Thursday's the big day: i'm moving out. only to my grandma's house, but the change is drastic enough. the repercussions of my actions could be, at the least, disastrous. as it is, i've been informed that my departure will break my mother's heart. she hasn't been informed of my flight, but i assume when she finds my room empty, she'll get the hint. no longer can i stand the environment i'm subjected to where i am the scapegoat and work horse. my little sister could also just be the death of me. in a rash moment of anger, i deemed it acceptable to not have exchanged any form of oral communication with her in over two weeks. while it may come across as immature, it's sole purpose was to alleviate much of the conflict within the house. instead, it amplified the issues between me and my mother. so here i am, standing at a crossroads, making a decision that could quite possibly destroy my maternal ties and forever put me on the outs. but as of now, i really can't comprehend how that's even important anymore. maybe i am making a huge mistake, yet i feel i've done all that i can do to try and make my life there work. what i don't understand is how my mother can be so oblivious to the whole thing. while i would love to write this all off to classic teenage angst; it is far more complicated than to be solved by sitting in my room listening to music loudly. i've done that for far too long. and i'm tired of playing the ostrich, while the household injustices remove what desire i have to stay in this town. the only thing i'm hesitant about is the actual act of moving. while i have to do it without her knowledge, i get the increasing feeling it will be hard to fly under the radar. on the same note, she hasn't noticed all the signs of my despairing situation. and if she gets it in her mind that she could just go and move my things back, i'll leave for good out of the familial nest.