Fontella Moneet Farrar

first journal

November 15, 2009

     After the perfect storm that lead to an emotional distubance which caused me to not trust anything including man, woman, or child.. It all began when a disgruntled mentally disturbed homeless lady made a violent outburtst and hit a site supervisor. I was kicked ouyt into the hurricane. My feelings or instincts were right that evening. I got a chill when I headed toward the sign in site at a church downtown. It all begins with the same old actions by a fatal attraction hater. Shew actually had a job and shelter and followed me into the homeless shelter to annoy me. She came out of her mouth and said “That her intentions were to give me a trouble.”

This was expalined to the so called Supervisors whao only say be patient. In this case patient can kill you.  Who cares when they do not have to go through what they dish out into someone elses life. The stab wound from earlier bubbled in my back form another reportred incident.

Yes, I am in a homeless shelter with this person also. My days really night s are a living hell. Twelve hours of complaint, complaint, complaint sucks.

More later . . .