My mania symptoms are mounting. I am sliding into hypersexuality. Hell and damnation. I have to head this off at the pass. I won’t go looking for someone for sex, but I have to relieve the feeling. That leaves masturbation, but at this point in my life it is difficult. I could also work on my secret blog of erotica. When I work on that I can throw jerk’s emails away after getting the info off of them.
When I said I was a writer, I meant it. I am not a newspaper journalist though.
I am sure I don’t seem the type to get into this stuff, but bipolar doesn’t care if you are a sweet little old lady (I am old now, not the 40 year old I was when I started the wife-swapping bit 20 years ago).
By the way, meet Pandora. You won’t find pictures of me on there. All found on pixabay.
Either work on the blog or write a new erotic story. One he doesn’t get to see. What a shame.
I could drive him crazy. Unless he broke the connection we are connected still by google docs and I could write something and send it through and torture him. Torturing him sounds like fun.
What to do, what to do, what to do????
I have so much to do and I think I am not being a good little religious girl by doing this. The devil has arrived on scene. Wickedness go away. I am trying to be a woman of God.
Christ save me from this onslaught by the devil. Even if it is the devil in my brain. I need help. I need saving and forgiveness. Don’t let the devil rule my life anymore. I want him gone. I want this part of my mental health mania gone. I need to rule it, not it rule me.
I started this blog as a talk about themes. What happened?