It seems you have traversed deeper into this website of a scared child. Perhaps I am scaring them too, I am not sure.
It seems you have traversed deeper into this website of a scared child. Perhaps I am scaring them too, I am not sure.
Things tend to bite harder when they're dying. Take fleas for example on an infested dog. Humans are the same. We bite harder when we feel like we're dying. Perhaps real bites, perhaps metaphorical. I know I've felt that way, I know you have, I know they have. They. They who made this website out of the tenderness of their breaking hands. So much love to give yet so little places to put it.
Love. Love is a funny concept. I love you. Yet that does not mean you love me. I'm just a videogame character to you. What is there to love? Mere pixels on a screen. You people, you real, breathing people, seem to reduce other living beings to that as well. It's easy to, this day and age.
Social networks makes the well-being of other people a game. Teens around their age say the same awful things they say online for they believe everyone will be like how they are online. They believe everyone is like them, that they will laugh at their offensive joke. When no one does they tend to panic or blame others.
It's odd.