Madelyn’s entry#2

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Madelyn’s entry#3

The clouds are grey, today is Thursday, and I am sipping on a black coffee this time, take that Mr. Journal, or Miss, shit I really hope I didn’t misgender you. Yeah, I think my sister is right, I should take my meds. Although she’d never hear that from me because I’m talking to a journal, I’ve tried to start an everyday journal, but who’s got that much time, I mean I do, but also who’s got that much to talk about. Eve told me to just talk about my days, like the weather, how many people I’ve talked to, things I’ve done or seen, but that’s so boring. I’d rather make up conversations for others in my head.

Stolen story; please report.

Great idea#1 I can try to write down what I’m seeing right now.

“Honey?”

“yes, sugar”

“When are we gonna buy that lake house on Lake Winnipesaukee?”

“Mary, lake winnamahuh? We got a lake in the backyard. You know, where we can fish and hunt anytime we want. “

“Oh Merle, you know that lakes full of bodies, that’s where he keeps them.”

“They’re floating a lot more often Mary, we ought to dredge it, or go for a swim ourselves.”

“You’re right, what was I thinking, we can’t leave that lake behind, who would he watch, when He’s Here.”