The idiot that claims he's a ghost, and won't stop sending me letters which prove that he really was born in 1774. I've come across online. The longer you're online, the less of a life you're actually living . The Internet is an outlet. The Internet is the digital version of a six-pack of beer.
People are on the Internet because they have nowhere else to be.
Last night was the first time I saw her online in a month. We sent a couple messages back and forth, and she left without the time to give a proper goodbye. She said she's spending all her time either with her boyfriend, studying, or pursuing any activity that doesn't take a 28.8 connection. She found another place to be. I'm just your average net-junkie.