Why I hate life Post #1

I'm calling this post #1 cause I'm pretty sure this won't be the last.
So a ton of crap happened last night, you know, the yelling, name calling, suicide threats, the norm. It started as nothing much. My mom has been telling me to fill out job applications for weeks, and there are some job openings at a couple libraries. So I'm filling them out, and she's hovering over my shoulder, saying things like "Say you're fluent in French (A class I'm getting a C in, that's why there's no Facebook remember?)" And "You can do power points!" You know, stuff that looks good but I really can't do. Which escalated into yelling, name calling, when I started crying. Being called a bitchy spoiled brat by your mom is kinda self confidence destroying. I go up to my room to cry, something that I haven't done in a long time, and mom follows me up, still yelling.
So I go downstairs, and I start yelling back at her. Like about how she always say's "Talk to me Anna! I don't understand you because you never talk to me!" But when I start talking to her she would then yell "Stop being so bitchy! You're acting like a spoiled brat!" And I try to tell her that when you're upset you don't really sound like a sugar drop princess when you're spilling your feelings of rage and sadness and abandonment and depression. Then I get Cell phone/Computer privileges/TV/MP3 taken away.
Most of my friends in choir are quitting next year, and the Teacher, who has been one of my favorite teachers, is retiring. Me and a friend started to like cry when he told us today. I'm a fat, ugly, queer loser who's friends only hang around because they pity her. I'm going to get horrible grades all my life, never get into collage or get a good job, and will end up living in my parent's basement. Isn't life wonderful?