I met, knew and fell deeply in love with a vampire named Danny once but I have to be very careful about how I discuss our unorthodox relationship. Otherwise people will think that you are messed up in the head ; you know crazy, need some time to finger paint and pop your daily meds in a room with no windows and no sharp objects. And yes a place where a strait jacket awaits you if you even yawn too widely.
I learned my lesson from that first dark medicated haze of rage behind those dark, putrid padded walls in the psych- ward and I’m not going back there ever, ever again. Yes, I’ll tell you my wild vampire story ! They can’t stop me from talking and telling a story! But I have to be careful it ’s all in how tell I the story. Before they locked me up I was vehemently and desperately trying to share facts that I could not prove and that made me look crazy.
Out of my own blood sweat and tears I’ve come to realize that there is a very thin line between fact and fiction. So when Mom discovers and she will discover that I’m talking about Danny again and says, “YOU ARE BECOMING DILUSIONAL AGAIN!!! ” I will say, “No my dear, you are delusional . Can’t you see that I’m only telling a vampire tale. Not living one!” She and Dr. Soft will never trick me into saying that I believe that it is a fact again. But I do-- yet I don’t--- but I do--- Yet I don’t . Do-- do-- do!!! Don’t --- don’t--- don’t ! This is nonsense , I know but it protects me so that I can tell you without fear of being locked up again ; all the things that happened between me and my vampire .
I’ll start here just talking with you as though you are a friend that I can trust.
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