*lyrics to a My Chemical Romance or Dashboard Confessional song*
We all had something in common: we all had this place where we could pour out everything about ourselves and our own lives.
The truth is, my friend, nobody really cares about your toast. People will just pretend to care because they want you to like or comment on their pictures. The internet has become this platform where people overshare about their lives.
She was scared of speaking, and so she got buzzed to talk. She wrote papers tipsy, too. Her hands trembled in the flesh and blood spaces. Her finger tips went blue, pressed tightly against the things she had read and reread.
The behavior of the Twittersphere is troubling. Whether it’s the desperation Tweeters begging for followers with promises they will follow back, or the keyboard-courageous strong-arms using Twitter as a platform to verbally attack celebrities, the conduct of many consumers just seems childish.
“My entire life I’ve always knew that I wanted to work for myself. It just felt right.”
Remember when your Myspace name was “You! At The Disco”?
Unfortunately the 2015 Myspace layout looks like MSN and Yahoo!’s homepages made a baby, but then they went on Maury and found out MSN was not the father — AOL’s Homepage is actually the baby daddy.
You’re just a good old country gal who likes to wear cowboy boots and sundresses to Walmart…
19. Anything Kardashian.