I don’t wanna spend another minute in this fucking house. I hate it here. This used to be my home, now I’m homeless. November 4 came the notice. It fucking sucked. The worst possible thing on what was supposed to be such a great day. Ofcourse it wasn’t the first notice, the first notice came in May. The landlord hasn’t paid the bank in over 2 years and we get fucked over. Everything is too good to be true.. We’ve lived in this house for 6 months rent free, while the house was up for auction. 

I guess I thought the bank would sympathize and rent it out to us again. The bank is kicking us out. My mom doesn’t want to leave. Today was our last day. They come with the lock tomorrow at 6pm. Why the fuck are we still here.. 

Everytime I ask my mom while we’re still here, I see the fear, tears. She doesn’t want to leave. This is her home, her house, her life. She wants to be kicked out. She doesn’t want to leave. She says she wants to be dragged out, carried out. This is her fucking home. Where are we going to sleep tomorrow night? I don’t even fucking know…Where are we staying till we get a new place? No where, anywhere I don’t fucking know.

Tomorrow’s gonna be hell. I hate this. I don’t want to leave but I don’t want to spend another fucking minute in this house…