<human>: Okay not exactly today, the climax was yesterday but has been 6 months in the making

at the beginning of the year i was homeless, i decided to try hard to get into shape, diet, workout the works. Then some b.s happened with my family after finding an apartment (to be shared with my mother) and i slowed to basically a stop, i didnt gain weight but i spent 3 extra months that couldve gotten me to a goal of mine.

Well a week/week and a half ago i got the word that we were going to be evicted if we didnt vacate by/on the 15th. Naturally i was mad, depressed and all sorts of emotions. This caused me to get into a fight with my mom (over her boyfriend, attitude towards me, money etc.) 

And here is the culmination of the fuck up: She told me yesterday that i was on my own. She said she didnt know where she was going to be (motel, shelter, bfs parents etc.) but that i had to leave and she wasnt going to be helping me out. 

Now i am not saying it is her fault, im the one who got depressed and mad and all the other fun stuff. I decided to waste 3-4 months where i couldve made my goal and left on my own, but i didnt. Now i am waiting on a shelter to give me a bed, and spending all day walking around town looking for work (luckily i have a few leads already.) 

Oh and also, due to not having any money i had to sell my last posession: my tablet. So this is written from a library computer (that i had to pay to use since the damned shelter wont give me a note saying im with them until they can do an interview) and have been cut off from dear sweet Reddit.

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<bot>: Spent 3 months being a lazy ass, am now homeless by myself, with no one to really go to for help.