I don't think she got arrested or anything (my neighbor, not sure if I posted about that or just wrote about it in a PM but the police came and the landlord were talking to her but I had to catch my bus and frankly I didn't want to be around) because last night she had her TV really loud really late and was banging stuff at like 3am again. Poor thing. I don't think I have to talk to the landlord now (she wrote down our meeting for the wrong time so thought I skipped out but nah, now we're meeting supposedly Tuesday and I'm just going to ask if there's anything I can or shouldn't do).

It almost felt like my mom tried holding me hostage last night. We agreed to meet up for dinner so she picked me up, after like an hour of me crying we settled on Taco Bell of all places, ate what I could, we went back to her house, I put the rest of my stuff in her fridge, I figured I'd work on my photography on her computer (was a shared computer. I have photoshop downloaded there but not on my laptop). Then she's passed out like a deer that just got clipped by an airplane. I was already feeling trapped hearing her snore loud enough to keep the bears from the neighborhood thinking "I'm gonna be here all night." Downloaded lyft and uber, compared prices, and GTFO (and recommended to the driver to not eat wallpaper? Yeah, I was tired).

But I got to weigh myself and try on clothes from when my ED was at it's worst (body/clothes size tw)
I always said I'd admit I had an issue when I could fit into those clothes again. This is me admitting I have an issue.

The agenda for today is to do another chapter of my BPD workbook (almost done!) do some reading, do some calculus review (halfway done the BC course), and laundry. Maybe violin.