This is to the crazy old bat that lives on the ground floor in my building and also the people that take care of her (I'm pretty sure it's her children):

I'm pretty sure you have some mental disability but that doesn't give you an excuse to verbally harass me anytime I see you. The first fucking day I moved in, I saw you, said "Hi" and you said "YOU CAN'T LIVE HERE" and walked away. My stomach sank a bit as this is my first time moving out on my own and already it's turning bad. This is supposed to be my HOME where I should feel safe and not have my heart race every time I come and go.

Then, today, as I come home from a long day at work, ready to relax, I see you. ...Well, not at first. After I finish maneuvering into my impossible parking spot, I get out, walk around the corner and I see you there watching me. I jump a little and let out a small scream and say "OH sorry, you scared me" and walk on by quick fast. Then you say something to me about garbage, I didn't quite understand, so I say "What garbage?" and then you yell "YOU HEARD ME" and walk away. Again my hear sank as I now know you for sure have some sort of hate for me, just because I live in the place your friend most likely got kicked out of.

This is my own HOME too and I shouldn't have to put up with this, even if there is something wrong with you that is beyond your control. You should be in a home or a hospital somewhere if you can't stop harassing people for absolutely no reason...

To the family that cares/visits her: you should learn to control your relative. I shouldn't have to deal with someone lashing out at me for NO reason. I did nothing to her, ever. The only thing I can think of is your friend used to live in this place and he got kicked out I believe and I guess somehow that's my fault?

I know you probably don't have complete control of your actions, but does that mean I have to live in fear of what you're going to do to me? I'm contacting the landlord but what can he even do? I don't need more reasons to have trouble sleeping at night. I'm 20 and I already need a fucking bite plate from all the shit I worry about. —Jawsette