We may live in a generation where its easy to connect and stay in touch with friends, but we are also too easily reminded of people we’d rather forget. There’s a lot of truth to “out of sight, out of mind” but social networking makes it almost impossible to entirely forget about someone. They’ll always pop up somewhere, looking happy as ever, and you’ll still feel that twinge of pain from their betrayal. I sort of hate social networking because of this. I just want to go on living my own life and not be reminded of what’s behind. I have a hard time letting go of feelings forever. I suppose that’s my hamartia.
Life is not a PG feel-good movie. Real life often ends badly. Literature tries to document this reality, while showing us it is still possible for us to endure nobly.
I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve thought of it.
we need to sacrifice somebody so Ellen never dies
This is quickly becoming the Hunger Games for douchebags
THE 1ST ANNUAL DOUCHEBAG GAMES.