Yep. My bastard uncle served me and my mom with eviction papers to force us to have 30 days to move...and we can't. Me, my mother, our animals, our tons of stuff...we have nowhere to go. We don't have money for ANY sort of place. Our lives are basically over at this point. This fucking bastard forced my grandmother to sign something when she was alive that she had no clue what it was, and it granted him 'power of attorney' or something, so he wants to sell the land that me and my mother's house is on. My mother says that she was promised the house and it actually belongs to HER, but...our lives are pretty much over.

I know nobody online fucking gives a shit about me, since nobody even responded to my last journal, so I don't even know why I'm bothering to write this. I guess just leaving memoirs for when I really do vanish for good, which will likely be very, very soon.