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So I'm facebooking all too much and I run into all these old faces, and all these people I left behind, and some of them left me behind. I look at their pictures and see how happy they are and get to thinking maybe I could've been happier. Or why are they happier than me? But then I remember how much pictures lie, and how facebook is a big lie. A fun, time consuming lie, but a lie and that we are all playing a game and trying to look happy for the people we leave behind. Trying to beat them in the game of life, and this is what I remember hating about friendster.