Classic Collision Atlanta #574

Posted on 15. Dec, 2014 by in Classic Collision Atlanta


I saw Manfred pumping gas, yesterday. Of course, I wondered, had he run  out of women to molest in his own county. End all, end all, I didn’t seem to be bothered much by seeing him. Then , it hit me. I went to where I was going to spend the evening. I was in the midst of Changing my attire…AND I HAD A COMPLETE MELTDOWN. The person with me began to call for me, from across the house. I couldn’t answer. I was crying too hard. Then, that person came to me, to see what was the matter. “I thought I was O.K., then I realized something….I can’t even get undressed without all of my private parts being covered,” I cried.

I can’t understand why this isn’t getting better. I feel like a prisoner, wherever I am. I have been having more sever chest pains, lately because of this. My dreams are out of control. I feel as if I’m going to lose my mind. I barely even trust my nearest and dearest. I can’t take a bath or even put lotion on, without having on undergarments. Need I say more?

I had a severe migraine, was severely depressed and wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear, for the rest of the day.



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