i just dont understand me sometimes. not like, me, me. but other mes. how? how could you be so... so... ugh! ugh! i dont even think im going to be able to pretend anymore. i was having fun puppyposting and being a silly dog but that memory box thing dredged up way too much! im jade harley. youre also jade harley. sometimes youre not. but thats okay. we can be okay. we dont have to do this. we dont have to be this way. you didnt have to turn out that way at all. but you did. and i did. we did, together. and were human. mostly. we try to be, anyway. but sometimes we just need to escape from that. whether its through being a puppy, playing with our friends, or, you know, whatever. but there are things we couldnt, or really, shouldnt escape from. we could have been better, you know. but everyone thinks that. but i know that. we could have been so much better than what weve become. all of us suck. i died, youre all... the way you are. neglectful, hurtful. sure there are some that arent really offenders, but ive got my eye on you because i cant help but to notice a pattern across all the ones that have yet to prove me wrong. i dont know if we can make it right. not to yiffy (terrible name and you should be jailed, by the way). i mean, deejay seems to take it well. but even beyond them. what we did with people who should be our friends is sickening. im glad! im glad i never got grimbarked, or, or, or, you know, like. brought into a candy or meat timeline or whatever. im glad i never put my friends through the wringer. im glad i dont have a reputation for being a #nsfw womanizing sex fiend. im glad that a lot of you were able to do what you want with your life. but, i didnt get to do that with mine. you know how many times i have to hear dave make the same joke that we live in the gorillaz plastic beach house? because we do. and its a terrible bubble and i dont know why we live here. but we do! im sorry for #venting. but this #vent is important to me. its so important to me to get off of my chest. because, its kind of a flashbang. chittr, that is. to join a website and try to see what all of my other selves are up to. and then i get told and shown day in and day out how terrible we are! like! on a moral scale! i think i can forgive some of it... we didnt always have control, you know. so. like. get over it. right? i should just get over it. but it eats at me. it digests me. i spend my time being ritualistically dissolved by thoughts of jealousy. i want to make it right. i want to make everything weve done right! but, but, but i cant! i just! cant! does anyone understand how i feel about this? seeing your alternates? just waste? everything? okay. ill shut up now.



