Another 3 Months

Well, it's been about 3 months since I last wrote here. I had taken to Instagram for a while, using that as my blog hoping I could find some more support there. It lasted shortly, before I began realizing that nobody cared about me in general. It got to the point that I was becoming resentful there towards some people who claimed that they were my "friends". So I am basically getting rid of that platform, and returning to blogger.

While I was living at M and S's we began to have a problem with bed bugs. My boyfriend and I were trying to treat them and M and S didn't want us to. About a month passed of my boyfriend and I sleeping in his car, before we said enough and tried to treat them behind their backs. That ended up blowing up in our faces, and I got kicked out while my boyfriend was at work. During one of the better periods of living there, I had realized that I had the collection book my grandpa had for me. I also realized that some of the uncirculated gold dollars were missing from my book, and I tried to fix it. My roommates offered to help, and I accepted. When they kicked us out they ended up saying that they had never seen the coins and they stole two of them from me. Talk about a low blow. That was literally the last thing that I had from my grandpa, and the closest thing to my heart. They just stole it without a second thought. I went through a lot of arguments with them over trying to get them back, and I have been homeless ever since.

After that fell through and I started living in my boyfriends car, all I had was my job. I wasn't doing hard work and I was getting paid $10/hr for that. But I was a new hire and I guess I fucked up (I don't wanna go into detail) and got fired after only working there for a few months. I was pretty upset, because I actually liked that job.
I was trying to find an apartment with my bf during this time too, but the rent here is rediculously high. We never would have been able to get a place on our own, and it's getting pretty cold here.
Luckily at the last minute my dad helped us get a place which is $1390/month (see what I mean by high rent?) and I am really hoping this works out.

As for a job, after I lost my last one I applied at a grocery store and had to pass a drug test. I had applied once before and they didn't hire me because I failed their test. But this time I somehow managed to pass it, and it is such a good opportunity. I get paid weekly, they started me at 42 hours on my first week, 32.75 my second week, and there is room to move up and get raises.

The flip side? My position right now requires a lot of physical effort which burns calories and I have been fasting every day that I work. I know I am losing weight. When I started this blog I weighed 180lbs (size 16) and now I weigh ?lbs and am a size 4. But even those are getting loose.
As my life is starting to get better my mental health is getting worse. But I don't even care, so long as people think I am happy and everything stays going good.

I still get random bouts of wishing I was dead, as well as still having blades. I recently started abusing laxatives again, and although I haven't weighed myself recently I know I am losing weight.

My boyfriend and I are doing good, I love him. I need to quit smoking, but right now is not the time.
Anyways. I should be more active. I redownloaded the blogger app so I can update more.
Would you comment if you're still reading?