What exactly do I do

This might be dramatic or stupid but I'm kinda contemplating death and I don't have anyone to tell this too. What really has rocked my shit started a couple days ago but this has been going on for most of my life. For reference I'm a teen. To begin, I'd like to note that my family has moved every 2-3 years since I was born. I really struggle to make friends, especially in a relatively quick timeframe so I tend to be alone for around the first year until I find my footing. I need to get better at this but it's how it is currently. This year is the first year and I'm in a new place and it's been hard but oh well. Also, my parents and I have had these massive fights since I was 11 and we don't have a good relationship. The unfortunate thing is that now, they've kinda just started to kick me out or I've left of my own volition and haven't been able to come back until later in the night. Anyhow so I've been struggling lately because it sucks to be alone on top of everything else and it's really sucked my hope and joy for anything so thats another thing. A couple days ago I had just taken a shower and I was just doing a morning routine when suddenly my mom barged in. I panicked and shut the the door, unfortunately on her fingers. My dad started kinda threatening me and he said this thing that kinda stuck with me cause I've thought it like 10498494 times before "Youre alone and you'll be alone forever cause your not good." Stupid lock wasn't working so I baracaded myself and waited for him to leave or stop and when he did I put on my clothes as quick as possible and ran out the door. I spent the rest of this day outside, I found this random place around 30 minutes from my house and I sat there. This guy gave me chicken so that was nice. I went home around 12:30, where they opened the door for me and I went to sleep. This was on Christmas day. I don't really remember the next day, I knew I didn't eat much cause my parents genuinely hated to see me and that the one thing I did eat, some soup with a bagel spilled on my sweatshirt and my sweatshirt still smells like soup after washing it. Anyhow the 27th was my birthday and I knew that after all that I would get a birthday celebration but I wanted to do something you know like I couldnt just like sit there and mope. So I bought a movie ticket, a 10 dollar ticket to a random band that was preforming and a day long bus pass with credit card info that my mom had given me for a random free trial a couple months back. While I was sitting at the bus I genuinely started sobbing like I was so sad I felt like I was gonna pass out I didn't even know that could happen. I sat at the library until the movie was about to start and went over there, came back and then went on the bus to the band a little later. A lot of things went wrong, I ran out of mobile data and almost got stranded twice. I had wanted to tell someone it was my birthday and I ended up telling my grandma (who I hadn't talked to in months, which is another thing), a friend from the previous place ive lived and this older guy that tried to get my number. Anyhow at the concert this drunk older lady started dancing with me and that was nice. I went back at around 10 ish and my parents asked me if I was high or drunk or something cause I looked like shit. And I said no but tbh I kinda wanted them to think I was cause that sounds like a wayyy funner birthday than the one I had. That was probably the worst birthday of my life which is weird cause when I think of its content or whatever it's not that bad but I was so sad and alone and this sounds really losery and not in a cool way but idk. Anyhow that was yesterday and today I've eaten a little more but these small things keep happening that keep digging me further and further into a hole. And I don't have deodorant or floss or that acne medication I use cause no shot my parents are gonna give me those and I don't have money and I know I sound spoiled and bratty and kind of bitchy but I feel like this is how it's always gonna be and that kinda sucks. I used to fantasize about leaving when I turned 18 and going to NY, or Montreal or Boston or something and trying my life again but those fantasies aren't even helping anymore. This all sounds really stupid to be this upset about but it's everything and nothing ever goes right and Ik I'm acting the victim even tho I'm not the victim but Idk what to do. Ik I'm the problem I just don't know how to fix the problem. I'm sorry for this being so personal and I'm most definitely deleting this later but I so desperately need to talk to someone and unfortunately this is my only option.