"dear diary,
i finished the lyrics for this special song. and i sang it. and the guys liked it. the sound of it. then they read the words, without really understanding. so i had to explain to them, and they stared at me, and then they didn't want to play any more. not with me, at least.
i think black sheep wants a few of the guys for a band of his own. they'll be happy with that, because he's cool. i'm not, any more.
i'll stick to being serious. who ever thought lyrics are for being cool?
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
