Unhappy in Chunky giblets

So the so-called “street services” haven’t been back since they came to my fucking tent at half 7 in the morning yesterday.
I’ve been there a year, why are they causing me problems now? At the start of winter, for fuck’s sake? They had all year to come fuck with me. When I had less things to move, and it was warm, you know? Now it’s going to worry me. I didn’t bother anyone, I haven’t hurt anyone or made a mess or a noise, and now they’re trying to fuck me up. I was living quietly and happily in the woods alone, and now I’m going to have to fucking move. They said they’re trying to help? Well they’re NOT. Now my life has to be upturned because of these busybody cunts.
I don’t know what I’m going to do, moving is going to be extremely difficult because I have a lot of stuff. Why can’t they just leave me the fuck alone?