"dear diary,
and god,
let there be no more bubblegums.
i'm beginning to believe that i have come to the second world, or stayed there anyway, to expose pain. to unveil misery. to show my tears.
i'd scare the kiddies at work out of their minds doing that. i'd be banned from training the girls team forever, and lose those friends that i thought could still bear me, showing up with black hole eyes and wrists slashed. can't do that. but i can in the other world. i think serval is showing me the way. show on the dolly what happened... show on the serval how you feel.
mia"
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There was no end to it. They kept trying to save me. They told me there is a First Life, and that there are humans, who decide everything that happens in and to the world.
What can we avatars do? Walk, fly, talk, and take on and off clothes. That's about it. If there were humans, and if the best thing a million of them could think of doing was watching us, how could you ever consider them superior? I didn't think they can do a thing. I didn't think they can see us. Or even exist.
So I had to pretend there was a human controlling me, too. Mia. Until I found out that she was me. Instead I met an angel. Who brings me to life.
Snapshotting
