Answer:
I suck.
People make me, save me, change me, and raise me. What am I?
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
you need thousands of me to create a digital image.
I have keys but no locks. I have space but no room. You can enter but can't go outside. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?