Memory is a record.
People only have substance within the memories of other people. And that’s why there were all kinds of myself. There weren’t a lot of myself per se, I was just inside all sorts of people, that’s all.
I just messaged Mr. Wayne with a lot of feelings on how I think people are always one, ignoring him (the man has over 1200 followers or something), two, treating him like a sex object, or three, yelling or otherwise treating him like crap.

I’m just tired of it.

I don’t think he’ll post the messages because he probably won’t want to offend anyone, but I hope he knows that not everyone feels the way they feel. If his anons feel at all, aside from wanting to upset him. I swear, some days it seems like that’s all they’re out to do.