Not until I learn to remind myself of how little the opinions of others matter in deciding who I become in life will my social media addiction be entirely cured. It's not my use of the websites that trouble me, but my dependence on them to make me feel whole.

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I spent time liking things on my own profile, following people I like on Twitter, all to cultivate an online reputation that matches who I am IRL, hoping that someone is doing the same for me.

I got my Facebook account in seventh grade. It was a huge deal and I remember feeling so cool -- I had a Facebook! Four years later Facebook has lost its sparkle.

Perhaps it's because I'm a strong believer in the power of language, physical interaction, and out-dated methods of communication, but I worry every day that we are ruining ourselves because of social media.

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