Checked the blog stats yesterday. Found out that no one is really reading. (xcept someone from Germany, maybe? Lol, hello to you single German viewer!) Decided it's time.
I think I'm ready to talk about it.
Really that's why I started this blog. I mean, I know I said this was for . . . what did I say it was for? Peace of mind. Pieces of my mind. Madison in pieces. My sanity. That is to say, the part of me that's still sane which is now a piece of a piece of a piece.
But all along I wanted to tell the story. To organize what happened. To say it out loud, finally, now that I know it's not real. The next time you read this blog it's going to be bad. It's going to be scary. About him. About it.
The man who is not a man. The creature with the long arms and no face. Capitol H.I.M. Like that Lady Gaga song, except the source of my insanity rather than a metaphor for god. (So maybe like Lady Gaga then, haha. Sorry, bad joke. I make them when I'm nervous. Not the time.)
He has a name that I refuse to use. People know it. They draw pictures. They circle him, single him out, in crowds of children. I can't say it and I won't. Last time I did, well, it wasn't good.
But I can tell you the story, back when Madison was whole. Back before everything started happening. Though you have to go pretty far back to tell you about that Madison, I can still find her. I have to.
No matter how hard he tried, he could never take that piece of me.
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