I have been browsing around the net looking for things. Well many people would say that I should spend more time doing other stuffs like studying, looking for job and doing some programming exercises. I do not know what drove me to it. Is it a guy thing or is it me trying to compensate for what I have been missing? I do not want to speculate. But I think I might be addicted to things. Is the excitement of searching and finding or is it thrill of actually using thing. I am confused. Before I hurt myself and people I love the most. I have to get over the things. I am scared. I bowed out from the pantomime called the scene gracefully when I started going out with McDuff. I was his McCutie. I felt like I like I was a McBabe. McDuff gave me a McDump. I have been a bit down since thence and even McShrink could not really help. So I feast on McTrash from time to time. The McGut starts to reappear. I am no longer a McBabe and McCutie. McDave does not want to be a McDreamy. McShags were good, but I am not a McChic that was what McDave told. A McCutie is meaningless when there is nobody to make the McFlirty with. McCutie is now a McGut. My gawd I miss that irresponsible, obnoxious boy that I once was. He was more fun than the person I have become recently.