24 F. I just had two police officers arrive at my doorstep, since I had a mental breakdown and screamed and threw things around (I’ve been diagnosed with panic attacks and had recurrent thoughts about my parents abusing me verbally and mentally/emotionally.) Apparently, my lovely neighbors reported noise coming from the floor of the building where I live. This is the first time the police came to me. They asked a few questions. At the same moment some baby was crying in another apartment, so they assumed it wasn’t me and they left. Phew, it was close. Although to be honest, the policeman on the right was kinda hot. I wish he beat my a** with his nightstick and possibly let me touch his crotch. I’m still kinda light-headed, though…