
I hate Fakebook.
Social media depletes my energy. It depresses me. It’s designed to create a sense of anxiety, comparison, envy, and lack as we compare our rough edges with the carefully curated images of other people’s lives. Images that only reveal the surface of things, because social media has no time for depth.
Social media kills authenticity. You have to be so careful what you post because you never know who might be trolling you or what kind of backlash you might get, especially if you’re female.
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