Who is Marla?

Who is Marla?
I don't know.
Yes you do. She's you.
No she isn't.
Of course she is. She's you only better.
Why is she better than me?
You created her. So of course she's better than you.
I don't understand.
She's better than you because you made her better than you. All the things you've fucked up in your life, she doesn't have to deal with them.
But aren't I a better person because I made it through those fuck-ups and became stronger?
You might be. But Marla is just better. Period. She doesn't need to fuck up to see what kind of person she is. She already knows.
How can I create someone like that? How can I give her perfection without knowing it myself?
You can't. She's just a character who you're using in order to live in a world you'll never experience.
But I could experience that world if I wanted to.
No you can't. You can't because of the type of person you are. You have no guts. You have no character. You're a pussy.
And Marla isn't?
No. Marla is you. Only better. So much better. She is smarter than you are. She's braver. She can live how she wants to live.. How you want to live. And she doesn't have to worry about fucking up. Because she doesn't fuck up. Only you do.

Why can't I be Marla?
You can't be Marla because you created her. You can't become one of your characters.
What if I like her life better than I like my own?
Well now it seems like you're finally understanding how this process of creation works. Of course you want to be Marla-- that is why you created her in the first place. You're unhappy with your own life. You want to escape. You feel like you have no other place to go. So you went inside your head and you created another self. You created Marla. Through Marla you can go where you want to go, experience the stuff you want to experience.. without fearing any consequences. You can be bold and slutty and smart and everything you've ever wanted to be. Marla is beautiful. And everyone around her sees that.
You only hope you're beautiful. You try and prove your beauty by participating in your pedantic narcissism. It's embarrassing. And then when you finally see yourself through another lens you realize that this "beauty" you've bestowed on yourself does not translate past your own self-image. It's pathetic.
Stop making me feel like that.
I can't. You're the one in control. Especially when it comes to Marla.
Who is she?
She's you.
Only better.