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What is it with all this noise? I hate being such a loud person. I want the world to be quieter, but all I can ever seem to add is more noise. I like to talk, but who really cares? Nothing I say today will be remembered a year from now, much less in the history books. It used to be that writing something down was precious, it was valuable. Thank you internet for making everything cheap. Talk is cheap, and it's here forever unless we delete it. Sex is cheap, partly thanks to the internet as well. You know what I realized? Everything sucks when it's cheapened. At one point, being able to read and write made you somebody, now people take it for granted. What don't we take for granted? Guess what? People all over the world don't get food tonight. You are guaranteed only the fact that nobody can force you to believe anything. You aren't guaranteed the next breath you take. The world is cold, and you need to man (or woman) up and deal with your crap. Let's be quiet for a little while...