Recently I've noticed that the downfalls of social media have appeared in my conversations with friends. How it triggers them in ill ways, makes them want to talk to others less, and in general, brings them down. It seems as though the resource we use to create connections, and sprouts convenience also causes depression and disappointment, which shouldn't have to go hand in hand. And, to be honest, I entirely understand why. It's basic human logic, and something that even I am guilty of at certain points in my life. We're taught to share the bad. That talking it out, and venting will help, and others will listen, and embrace us in care and aid. So every small thing we encounter we spew onto the feeds of others, unable to process and deal with any of it ourselves. Why should we take on that weight alone, if hundreds of others can give a hand, and make the load lighter? So we see negativity, expecting others to step in and help, despite their own issues, which
My life is such an odd and surreal rollercoaster of kink, mischief, body modification and wonderment. Read along, and see the new pages of the journey that is my life, with all the sex, trouble, friends, family, pain, and adventure.