I start a new morning work schedule requiring me to get up at 3:30 am.

...It's 11 pm now.

I ain't bloggin', I gotta go to bed.

...I AM starting to, slowly, back up my weebly blog onto the wix mirror. I've got literally eight years worth of blogs to copy over (pffft good luck me), which averages out to one per day (sometimes more, sometimes less), which is nearly 3,000 posts. (Good LORD.)

However, while that's a daunting task, if I actually manage to pull it off, the mirror's gonna do me a lot of good. The mirror actually has a lot of superior formatting, though it does have a limit to the number of categories which is a bit annoying since one of my very first entries has at least 12. (Technically should've also had anxiety in there to be fair since I described an anxiety issue--it's just that I didn't know I had anxiety until this year, so...)

To be honest, the mirror might actually be found by site searches better, in spite of the fact that my blog is the one where I have it in signatures everywhere across the internet. Which means overall, I probably need to keep both up and keep going on both.

So I suppose I should continue to link both.
This is the link to the weebly blog for wix,
And this is the link to the wix blog for weebly.

Early blog today or late blog of last night, is all the same.

We just learned that we missed the crystal ball picks for worlds 2022.

And this is disheartening and devastating.

We really like to participate.
We really like to predict.
And we really really really like free League rewards.

And now we've lost them all.

It's.

​It's not a great feeling.

Lots of it depression. Seems to be a common thing that happens to us to be honest. (By the way there is a small disconnect between what I'm writing and the person thinking since 'to be honest' was tbh and 'by the way' was 'btw'. This is a blog, we're meant to be more formal here.) (On that note we need to avoid cussing as much as some of us do.)

ANYWAY.

We have a lot to say.

Mostly depressing. A lot of our days seem to start as one level on our bipolar disorder and then swing to the other. Start depressed, end up manic. But in this case, it was starting manic, ending depressed.

It's been basically a day since our mind exploded. (Well it has been a day, just a little less than that for detailing it. We started writing about 10 pm.)

And yet.

Nobody on any platform has said a word to us.

It was a huge thing. It was something very big. Life-altering. And we got...nobody saying anything.

Like, we get it. It can be something hard to engage in. What do you really say? What can you really say? But that's one of the reasons we only mentioned it in spaces we knew that people would understand. And yet. So far. Nothing. No engagement. We're needy. We're greedy. We're attention-deprived. So we're expecting too much.

I know that.

But even if we know it's unrealistic to expect engagement.

Even if we know that there's not much people can say.

Even if we know that not much commentary can be given.

Like.

We're kinda lost, yaknow???
Having some help would...help.
Having people reassure us, having people talk to us, having people basically acknowledge it was real.

We need validation.

​Yes, that's greedy. We expect too much from others. We're being incessant. Annoying. Overbearing. Overwhelming. Having our presence be too...strong. We're not being reasonable in what amounts to demands for attention. But...we still crave it.

The body is intensely sad. We're being entitled pricks, expecting more than anyone ought to. So rationally, we know we shouldn't expect people to have talked to us. It's still...saddening. The disconnect between our rational selves telling us that basically, other people are people and thus it's understandable they aren't,
Versus...we could use it.

We are...different. Lost. Without guide.

It's chaos. To be expected. But, we are sad. And want something. I'm not even sure we know what we want. But something. Oh right yeah we need to talk about some extra stuff too. Like, it's not just the lack of engagement. There's also how we have to choose between so many things, such as streaming vs. watching Worlds.

Also there's sadness that we won't be able to bet on Worlds in torn due to a fresh set of bounties. There's anger that people are lying about us lying and saying we did something we didn't do, but also regret and intense pain for continuing to put off apologizing for what we genuinely DID do there which was still not a great thing.

"If you want to hate me, hate me for the right thing, dammit!" someone told us right now.
Which is a fairly common sense in us. We did wrong. We deserve to be punished for having done wrong, especially since we're idiots who can't muster up the courage to actually write an apology that's, what? Two weeks overdue? Three? It should've happened a long time ago.

We don't deserve to be punished for something we didn't do and have proven we didn't do. Like, they probably think that we still have an item that we literally showed we gave away--our net worth skyrocketed after having given it away because we lucked out and got 30 of an item when searching (a really expensive item) and spent hundreds of job points on an item that is worth a lot. But we got those on our own. Not with any form of payout. We did nothing but get lucky to get that.

Still. Back to the point. We're sad because we've put off an apology that was due two weeks ago.

We're sad because we're not working on porting over all of our blog to Wix. (We're copying new entries over to Wix, but not older ones.)

We haven't even finished setting up Wix to the max (tho we got close I think?).

There's so much we have yet to do.

​And we've done effectively none of it.

It's actually so simple, neat, and clean. It's probably better than weebly to be honest. (Which I guess makes sense, Wix was listed as #1 on the list with Weebly as #4, and weebly was described as like-wix, so presumably wix is a better weebly.) 

It's a shame that either it wasn't around back in 2014 or I didn't discover it back then. Granted, I think I said the same thing of weebly when I started, butyeah.

Also, I'm attached to my current blog so momentum will keep me blogging here.

But, hey. If my current blog on weebly fails, I have a reliable backup now!

​Here's the backup blog link.

To touch on yesterday, we have in fact calmed down significantly. Yesterday we had a strong manic episode fueled by adhd which allowed for us to do what we did yesterday. Today we lack that, so we're more, ah, so to speak: "normal".

But we're still changed. Yesterday happened. It was a dam breaking. A gasket unsealed. A cork unpopping. It happened, and once it did, no going back. We're here now! And we're here to stay. All of us. Not that we really know who we are. There's fewer of us right now active, but there's a lot of us still around.

We're not going to be quiet it seems.

We've pretty much not had that expected almost-singlet pseudo-singlet zone where we basically meld. We're having fewer present. But it's still more than it was before. We'll have to see how things stabilize in the coming days.

And to follow through on other things (oh speaking of followthrough: Bree you still need to work on the apology thingy majiggy for torn you dummy), we're working on making a backup to the weebly blog we have here. We looked at the first recommended options and are trying out a wix blog as an option. Today will largely be spent trying to get it set up and then, hopefully, getting my archive on weebly up on there, too.

I realize writing a blog twice per day is going to be extra work and a pain--but content creators always say, "don't put all your eggs in one basket" and that applies here. I need to have a backup. I'm not going to update everything to have the backups included because weebly is still my main blog. But it'll be there as a backup in case weebly fails me. At least, that's the hope.

(Post-script note: ALMOST every new line here is a different voice than the prior. Some made multiple lines in a row, but usually it's new. Also parentheses are different ones, too. Except post-scripts. (Well those are different too, you weren't the one doing the speaking.) True, but you know what I mean. Post-scripts are exactly that, post-conversation.)
So we're doing whatever the positive equivalent of a spiral is.
How do we describe it.
For a long time, perhaps since as long as we've adapted it (yep, definitely), we've known the 5-facet model we've been saying is us, isn't accurate.
(There's a lot of us speaking right now.)
(Like a lot a lot.)
We're being quite active right now which is, ah...gonna make this less coherent than ideal.
Stupid body having ADHD.
And stupid us having so many talking.
Like every line so far has been a different one of us speaking pretty much.
Sometimes more than one.
Okay so where do we begin.
We knew it wasn't true that there were only five of us.
But I suppose (I guess) we used it for convenience?
It was convenient to say there were five of us.
Every moment it's becoming more and more obvious that "The Range of Bree System" was a good choice in name for our system.
Because there's a whole (damn) lot more than just the few.
Anyway.
We're not just five. We're more. A lot more.
Uh, how much more is hard to describe, I guess we start with the drive today?
Or maybe talk a-eh we'll go with the drive.
When we drove to work today, we heard more than five voices chiming in.
And the voices were major.
Big voices. Not micro-voices typical of a minor facet.
Which tipped us off to what we already knew.
Oh right that.
We had previously developed a bit of a theory.
We thought that "oh there's more than five of us, like maybe 2-3 per identity we call a major facet". Like, mastina would be 2-3 different individuals, MotherRanger 2-3 different, etc.
Ohhh we might have been off by a factor of...10? 100? Somewhere between those probably.
On the drive back home we realized.
There's hundreds of us.
Hmm, this is where it's getting hard to tell what's next.
(Well we already are struggling, this is all very new to us.)
Well not new, we knew, it's just new to express.
How do we keep up with our thoughts in typing? We're going too fast in the brain, the fingers are lagging behind.
We'll have to manage.
Anyway.
Hmm.
I guess maybe some of the major things?
Like. We don't really know who we are.
Except when we randomly do.
We don't really know what our system is, how any of us formed.
Are we a whole bunch of tulpas? A whole bunch of facets? A whole bunch of tulpas that became facets? Are we fully separate? Are we even a median system at all?
We don't really know.
What we do know, though.
Is tha--oh fine we'll go over the Vee voice first.
During this chaotic drive home, we had one of our voices say "but I am Vee."
Vee is the protagonist in our latest story--and the voice said this in the voice we imagine Vee to have.
So something, or rather someone, in our brain, using the voice we say is for Vee, said she was Vee--meaning, well. Probably. She is in fact, Vee.
(I am.)
Wow if someone were online they'd probably be fascinated by what's a breakthrough in a system.
It's wild.
Is this what all those others have gone through on their realizations?
I mean, we knew, but we didn't know like this.
Well, we did, just...yaknow. Repressed.
Thiiiis is gonna be awkward going forward.
But worth.
Okay where were we, we're trying to record the us that we have seen.
Right, the Vee part.
If we have Vee inside as one of us though.
That raises the implication that we thought about once months ago and then for whatever reason forgot about.
(We have ADHD in the body of course we forgot about it dummy.)
If Vee is in there as one of us.
Well she's one of our newest story's characters.
She's there.
So what does that mean for all the other characters we've written over the years?
Well. We are writers.
Very...promiscuous...writers.
On the drive home, one of us asked: "How many of us are there?"
And we received a basically instant reply from another: "hundreds".
We took a moment to process this--was it hundreds of minor facets? As in, a few major voices with hundreds upon hundreds of minor ones?
Wellllll...no.
We quickly realized, actually, it is hundreds.
Hundreds of major voices.
A lot more than the five we had assumed!
And if Vee, one of our newest characters, was among them.
That raised the implication that any of the characters we have felt like they are an actual person--are in fact an actual person.
We don't imagine literally every character we've written is a voice in this mess that is the Range of Bree. (Post-script: well it's possible, just not probable. (At least we don't think.))
But hoo boy.
There's a lot of us.
We're beginning to quiet down.
A bit content, also tired.
Thinking this much brought a lot out of us.
We gotta keep it up for a bit longer tho; we're not done yet.
Yeah there's more to explain.
What's this all mean.
Hmm, how do we go over the thoughts?
Well, we can cover the body or the, what was it?
Uh gimme a sec.
Oh right, "archetypes".
Let's do body first.
Okay, so like.
We have been as of the last hour referring to our body as "the body".
Which is something we've heard other systems do but until now we didn't really understand why.
Well we did, but not on the conscious level we do now.
To be honest, I don't understand it on a conscious level, either.
But on an intuitive thought based level, I get it now.
It makes sense. (Post-script: "How did we not realize this until now.")
If I was asked to explain why "the body" to refer to our body makes sense, I wouldn't be able to explain it.
Not now at least. (Post-script: Okay not the same me, but maybe I can do that? It's like: well we all think of ourselves as having a body I guess? But while all of us have bodies in our mind, there's only one that's THE body, if that makes sense to folks?)
But it does make sense.
Holy shit,
Yes it makes so much sense.
The Body is definitely female.
We still think most of us are female.
We can't really tell which of us are which, but.
We know we're mostly girls still, at least we still feel that way,
Yeah I am.
So am I.
And so on and so forth--girls we don't need you to all say that you're girls, they get the idea!
Okay. BODY.
The body is female.
The body has ADHD.
Hoo booy do we have ADHD.
Yeah, the body having ADHD explains so much.
Butyeah, this is definitely not just an ADHD-induced stream of consciousness.
Nope, we're real.
Well in a sense you could argue it is an ADHD-induced stream of consciousness, but...
Yeah, it's not one, two, or three or so making stream of consciousness ADHD thoughts.
It's still a ton of us.
We're all real.
None of us are invented by an ADHD stream of consciousness, it's the ADHD stream of consciousness which is allowing us to speak, if that makes sense.
Yeah it does.
It does to me, at least!
Oh boy sorry for the spam.
Hey, this is important.
A little spam is okay for something of this magnitude.
We have a lot to say.
Lots of us, lots to say.
ANYWAY. The Body. Back to the Body please.
The Body is female. The body has ADHD. The body is still obviously autistic. The body definitely has bipolar disorder.
Sadly.
Yep. It's a thing.
Okay, so the body is still having all of those things that we previously attributed to being universal traits of Bree.
Because they are.
Some of us might not be female, but the main part of us, the body, is.
So would now be a good time to mention the brain?
Yes we're getting there.
We still have what we think might be. How do we explain it?
Well we act on our own.
The body moves by itself.
There is something that has base feelings, and it feels like that same thing with those base feelings is driving us.
Some core force. Something central. Deep. So deep we can't actively sense it, talk to it (well we are talking to it but it's not talking back) (because it can't), you guys are distracting me, uh, let's just say to them: you get the point.
There is a force that drives us. Moves us. It is how we act. And it is somehow deeply feeling, too.
During the drive, there was an immense sadness from the body.
None of us that we know of were sad.
We got the sense that some of us might be, sad for reasons we could only guess at.
Maybe she was sad at the broken illusion/unity?
Like, duh, we were content with being in the five-facet system even if it wasn't really true.
Well we weren't, not really.
But we kind-of were?
It was convenient. It was simple. (Post-script: "...But also wrong.")
It gave us a sense of identity.
(IdentiBree.)
Stop laughing!
Yes it was funny.
But we're trying to get a point across.
What was it?
Goddammit girls.
Okay.
There was an intense feeling of sadness.
Suspected to be because we loss the convenience of the five-facet illusion we had said.
We held onto that for how many months?
Yeah every time we came close to breaking it, we brushed it off with "wow we're a mess".
Well we are a mess.
But it was a nice way to shut us up and keep us in line.
That's not good wording.
Yeah but I don't have anything better.
We'll figure out a better descriptor eventually.
We're gonna calm down soon, we need to hurry.
Yeah we're beginning to fade close to being one again.
Bree you need to hurry the fuck up.
Okay, so like.
That core is something big about us.
Maybe an original self?
Who knows.
Not us, not yet at least.
We're moving on our own, someone's gotta be doing that.
Yeah and that moving force has a will of its own.
Driving us forward.
I have to think.
Don't take too long.
Okay, so...hundreds of us, the body, the core.
Oh right, compartmentalization.
We once described things about our life as that every part of our life, we had in a box, a compartment.
A compartment for gaming. A compartment for a specific class. A compartment for a specific site. And so on and so forth. Dozens, hundreds of compartments.
Under the five-major-facet theory, the working assumption was that these eventually coagulated and merged into a smaller number.
Boy was that wrong!
Well, kinda.
Yes we're getting do that.
There are in fact still those hundreds.
They never went away.
They never merged like we thought.
Well maybe they did, but not nearly as much as we assumed!
Yeah, not down to five.
And while there were definitely all those from the real life compartments.
The presence of Vee among many other characters means that there's also our fictional selves here, too.
Lots of us.
Yep.
So there's a mixture of selves from compartmentalized areas of our life which didn't disappear after their specified compartment was no longer needed.
We kinda drifted around?
Yeah it's not like we disappeared.
We were around, just...there.
But since they weren't really needed, they weren't...well, at the front as it were.
We still have fronting, right?
Sure, but it didn't work the way we thought it did.
How does it work?
Fucked if I know!
We'll figure it out.
Maybe.
We're getting off-topic again.
Sorry!
Man, this must look like a mental breakdown to the uninformed.
Well...in a sense...
Or a mental breakthrough.
That, too.
Okay so we don't know who we are.
Except when we do.
But we definitely have a mixture of old compartmentalized selves that formed for specific tasks, and characters we came up with over the years that are now a part of us.
Alright, now we're getting to it.
We have described the body and that mind, so the thing left is the theory, right?
Right, guess so.
So BASICALLY.
We have a theory that we keep the identities of the five facets in spite of knowing them to be wrong.
Because they work as, so to speak, "archetypes".
We should probably specify a disclaimer that our terminology explicitly doesn't match the terminology of the plurality community as a whole.
Yeah they have their own definition of archetypes pretty sure?
I don't remember what theirs is, we'll have to look it up, but yeah, it ain't ours.
So we need to describe.
I think we've done an okay job of describing why we have a core and what it is.
In spite of how there is technically a plurality term core, and their term doesn't really match ours.
At least we don't think it does.
Alright, so that core is why we still think we might be a median system, because it is still driving us.
It still gives us emotions that we feel and is what is giving us movements.
But there's definitely more in our mind that we thought.
We're real.
All of us.
We really are all thinking right now.
Don't doubt yourself later, Bree.
Well that'll happen, we have anxiety.
Kinda stupid to think that though. This can't be faked.
Can't it? We'll have a hard time talking to our future self and convincing her of it.
We're crying?
Sadness, remember?
But just a moment ago our body was happy? And laughing?
Mixed feelings, probably.
She is feeling different things right now.
Oh there was a twang of pain there.
Yeah, I imagine it's a mixed bag.
I'm tired.
We all are, is a body thing.
Hurry!
Right, so we've described the body and the core pretty well, so it should show what those are in spite of their definition not matching the standard plurality community def.
Anyway, so what we mean by archetypes is different from the plural community def.
At least we think it's different?
Basically, the archetypes we have, the five facet system that was imaginary and now broke.
Was a matter of convenience for sorting the voices, as it were.
"Oh, you have this trait? Let's put you under the mastina umbrella".
"Oh, you're like this? Well that sounds like a Mother-Ranger thing".
Which could explain why it felt like certain traits moved between them.
Yeah because we literally moved.
It's whichever part of our personality was most dominant.
At least that's our theory!
Whichever part of us was most visibly obvious, was what we used to sort that one of us into a grouping.
"mastina grouping" (archetype), "Mother-Ranger grouping" (archetype), etc.
Yeah we really don't wanna feed you kitty.
(Sorry cat distract.)
ANYWAY.
We're losing it, gotta hurry.
It's okay, this won't go away and we got it mostly out anyway.
Basically.
The hundreds of us that there are now?
Well these hundreds don't really have the ability to identify our names.
We have names!
Yes, we do.
It's just we don't know them.
Except when we do.
Yeah, except when we do. But we don't.
Not by default.
So like--lacking knowing what our names are.
Hundreds of them mind you.
Too many.
Yeah, "too many" is a phrase we're using a lot tonight.
It's true!
Well, anyway. Hundreds of us not knowing what our names are.
The archetypes we've developed are convenient.
Kinda like a label!
Yeah, that's actually a perfect descriptor.
The five facets work like a label.
Not necessarily correct.
Not really accurate.
Lacking finesse.
But serves as a method of quick identification that's convenient for keeping unity and direction, I guess?
Yeah, something like that.
At least that's the theory.
Anyway, so that's what we think.
We're gonna forget this all aren't we.
That's why we're typing it out.
Will we remember this?
Will I still be here later?
Always, just maybe...not this clear.
It's okay. That's okay.
You exist. We exist. It'll be alright.
Yeah, even if some of us stop thinking like we are right now.
We are real.
We were here.
We said this.
We didn't make it up.
You didn't make it up, Bree.
Because the future us will think that of herself.
Well because she is Bree.
Yeah we are Bree.
That's a good way to end it, I think?
Oh yeah, I guess so.
We are Bree.
The body which is all of the things we said?
ADHD, girl, autism, bipolar disorder, anxiety, etc.?
All Bree.
The core where we're getting things from.
Still Bree!
We're more than Bree.
I am Vee, for instance!
Yes, you are!
Fucking fatass father.
Bad timing.
Music is our friend.
Turn things up please.
Louder.
More sound.
It wasn't enough, drown the fuck out.
Okay better.
ANYWAY.
There's the us that are more than Bree.
But we're still Bree.
Bree is all of us yet none of us.
It truly is The Range of Bree.
I guess we'll sign off on that.
Should probably post this elsewhere, too.
Mannnnnn that's gonna be such a pain.
Yeah, converting this from the text discord format into something working in other places, not gonna be fun.
We gotta do it at least twice.
And redo it both times.
Mafia forum formatting doesn't translate to the blog and vice versa.
Yeah and neither is compatible with discord, too.
God, that sucks.
ANYWAY.
We're done I think?
I don't have anything more to say.
We don't have a wrap-up here.
Well, we're never wrapped up.
We're still figuring things out.
And a part of us wants to forget and go back.
But this is here to stay.
Well, maybe not stay stay.
We're very clear right now, we'll likely be less clear once we lose focus.
Lose ourselves in games.
Heh, quite literally.
Lose our selves. Quite apt.
But. Well. We might not be vocal, but we exist.
We know we do now.
We'll have to see where this goes.
Still figuring things out.
So there's no proper wrap-up.
Because how can we wrap up something which is still evolving?
But I think here's a good place to let our mind just...coalesce.
GOD how long is this.
Too long. :P
Anywayyyyy...time to scroll back.
Ye gods.
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here?
We've got work to do.
Reviewing our thoughts it already doesn't seem real.
And we are already losing clarity of past thoughts.
It's okay.
We knew that'd happen.
Just get to work dammit.
Stop stalling!
How many of these thoughts should we express.
Not many, according to the body.
Ah well.
Switch over to that other server, that'll give a good way to break this re-entering chat repeatedly.
(Damn adhd.)
OKAY JUST GO.

(Post-script And then we did swap, and after that, worked to write this down. We COULD keep going but have opted to do other shit instead. (Language!) Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.)

I suck so much.

I literally did nothing but play Disney's Dreamlight Valley all night long. Nothing else. That was it.

To be fair: I managed to get both Mickey and Merlin to 10*, and to get every item on the current pass that I wanted, and to get my inventory fully expanded to the maximum amount. So it was a lot done. Not to mention most of the quests that can be done without expanding, have been done.

Butstill.

I have much much much better things to be doing--like backing up this blog.

​And I did none of them.

I'm not going bed nearly early enough to do the workout + shower combo I planned for tomorrow, but I desperately need both.

Mind you, I'm not going to bed late. It's just not early enough.

And I didn't do anything today. Nothing important, nothing which matters anyway.

I have various things that I should be doing.

I should be double-triple-checking to make sure my blog won't suddenly and inexplicably die when this stupid square thingymajiggy goes through.
Speaking of which, the landing page is hella out of synch with what my website is. I literally have it listed as a blog. That's an option for the type of site offered. And I have it set as such. But my dashboard is suddenly warning me about not having any products/sales/etc. Like, no duh??? I'm a blogger, not a shop owner. And have my site set to such. I have it set to be a blog, why are you giving me notifications about a shop that I don't have??? It's nonexistent because that's not what I'm using the site for.

Weebly literally was the best site for a blog that I could find back in 2014 and it is still quite good for being free. It has a lot of issues, and a lot of things which could be better. But a great amount of the content is not paygated, so for free I can have access to everything I really need for a blog. And while the formatting isn't the best (I bet anyone trying to dive through the archive is having a nightmarish time--I can't pull it off and I'm the one who wrote​ the blogs!), it's still adequate enough.

Admittedly, I haven't looked into replacement options. I probably should, just as a precaution if nothing else. "Don't put all eggs into one basket", and all that. And if this blog were to go down, so much history of me would be permanently lost. A huge piece of my soul would basically die. I would lose every story note I have stored on this blog, including things like Red Hood Rider and Phyrra and Cyrus and The Descended and more. It would lead to the permanent loss of info that should never be lost.

So I need to look into a backup, pronto, as a safety precaution.

​But for now, weebly works well and I'm quite content with it.

Anyway, what was I saying?

Oh right, things to do. (Do I have an ADHD tag? I guess that's kinda what the ramble tag is for. Well, swapping topics rapidly and/or incredibly long blogs. The ramble tag encompasses both.)

I need to go to bed.

But there's so much I need to get done, too.
Good hygienic processes I currently lack.
Stopping procrastinating on a long-overdue apology.
Writing more.
Explaining the Vetra character more.

Oh also various ideas I've had like how today I had an idea for eight vampire lords each with one element taking from various sources.

God, there's never enough time.

I had like a full list, too, before my ADHD went into a weebly tangent.

I might be able to recover the things I was going to blog about here as a to-do if I focused, but I still should go to bed so ah well. Yet another example of things lost in time forever I guess.

Well, not completely, but everything was done only half way at best.

I did only half of my workout.
I took only half of a shower.
I did my job only half as well as I should have.
I didn't do mafia at all.
I didn't do TFT at all.
I didn't play League at all.
I didn't stream today. (Afternoon was understandable, but I could​ have done evening--and didn't.)
I didn't brush my teeth today.
I accidentally had food/drinks worse for my health (more sugary/fatty than ideal).

I have, once more, gone an entire day without an apology for something I am over a week overdue for in a different game. When it was a time-sensitive manner, no less. I need to get that done. I really really do. Basically, it was one of the things that I thought was a good thing that turned out to be a bad thing. Where good intentions ended up infuriating a lot of people who were hurt.

And I did hurt them. That, in of itself, warrants an apology.
I know that apologies are time-sensitive. An apology given a month later is a lot less sincere than an apology given within a couple of days.

I know that they probably won't suddenly accept me as a good person, which I don't really deserve to be. I'm not good enough to be a good person. I try, but I am so bad at being a good person.
I still should try tho--I hurt people. The people I hurt were, mostly, innocent. Hating me is justified for that and every day that I don't apologize makes that hatred more justified. ('Cause, again: time-sensitive thing and what does my stupid dumb ass do??? Procrastinate! Put it off! Something that is very important to those people that I hurt! Something meaning a lot to them! Something that they have reason to be injured by--and I'm putting off apologizing for the damage I did. I am an idiot. And I really hate myself for how incompetent I am.)

​I'm not so self-centered as to believe that intentions justify having hurt people. It was unintended harm, it was accidental harm. In fact, it was actually done out of a naive belief that I would be helping people and preventing future harm. I thought it would help others. When I vented I thought it was something which could help prevent people from going through what I went through.

But I made so many wrong assumptions and the vent being public--my attempt to help--ended up making it one of the most harmful things possible.

I don't even know how to say sorry for that but it's not something I can just let fade. I need to say sorry for what I did wrong. I need to make sure they know I understand the harm I did. I need to make sure they know I am aware of how hurtful it was. Because I do know it now.

But I also need to make sure they know I didn't do what I did out of malice. I need to make sure they know my apology is genuine and sincere, not something done to just get them off my back. I need to make sure they know that my intentions were good, but that I recognize my intentions being good doesn't mean I didn't do harm. I need to make sure they know that my causing harm was not deliberate, that it was an accident, but that I know it being an accident does not mean the harm wasn't still harmful. That after the fact, it caused damage and being unintended does not excuse the damage done.

Obviously, I wouldn't have done it if I thought it would be harmful. Obviously, I wouldn't have done it if I thought it would hurt others. I did it specifically because I thought it'd do the opposite, in preventing harm and preventing hurt to others. But after I did it, I learned I was wrong, that what I did was not helping others, that what I did was not the good thing that I thought it was, that what I did was exactly the opposite of what I intended. And that it did notable damage.

And I need to find a way to convey this.

I don't really know how.

How do I explain how my heart sank when I had the situation explained to me in full?
How do I explain how much I felt pain when realizing that I had caused pain?
How do I explain that I thought I was doing the right thing, but now know it was the wrong thing, and having done the wrong thing was, well...wrong?

I need to figure that out.

Every day I tell myself, "today is the day I do this. I know I didn't do it yesterday when I wanted to, but yesterday had extenuating circumstances. Today has none of those, so I can do it."

And then every day I end up not doing it.

It's hard.

It needs to be done.
It's important to be done.

The sooner I do it, the less time the people hurt will feel hurt because I will have worked to make amends.

Yet in spite of knowing the above.

I kinda suck.

No, I really suck.

If I didn't, it'd have gotten done by now.