What the fuck do you mean they ran out of money?

Okay, so after a post I made on my Facebook earlier this week about receiving some potentially devastating news, I know I left any faithful viewers out there hanging in suspense because I never followed up on if the news DID turn out to be legitimately life-altering, or if it was, as my mom was originally calling it "just a mistake."  Unfortunately, after careful examination of the letter I received in the mail from the Southern Nevada Regional Housing Authority, it appears as though come January 31, 2016, all rental assistance benefits (which is what I have been receiving in the form of them paying 80% of my rent each month, which is how I've been able to afford living in a beautiful 2 bedroom apartment all by myself) will cease and stop because the program established for this purpose has run out of funds....THEY RAN OUT OF FUCKING MONEY.  Then, on top of that, the letter closes by also informing me that although I am no longer going to be receiving rental assistance, I am also INELIGIBLE receive any assistance from other Section 8/housing assistance programs.
And, this was oh so sweet of the Housing Authority...guess what they did?  They sent a copy of this letter to my apartment complex office too, so they could read the report.  Once reviewing it, they informed me that on December 1st, per the terms of the lease agreement I have to come into the office and sign a document that says I agree to vacate the property within 60 days.  So, in a nutshell, come February 1st, I'm going to be fucking homeless.  Again.
You know, I understand everyone has their own path and their own set of circumstances and that the Universe unfolds each person's destiny specifically as it's supposed to be laid out for that person but I'm sorry.....this is some bull shit.  After all the "just keep doing the next right thing" and all the "keep coming back" and all the "don't pick up no matter what" and all the meetings and writing assignments and steps and self-examinations and fearless and moral inventories and after all the sharing and all that BULLSHIT, the Universe decides that apparently it is in my karma to have my FUCKING HOME TAKEN FROM ME.
So needless to say I haven't been handling it too well and have basically been a completely fucking bitch ass emotional trainwreck all week and I feel like life is attacking me from all sides and I'm about to implode.