Last night, I had some conversations with three girls, maybe, women, you know what I meaning, one by one, one after one, three people, one topic: the emotion, or, exactly, the man, some kind of male animal who usually being called "use their cock to think". 

  It's fine, I'm adult, we both are adult, so, we talked about everything，like some guy's thought, and his behavior, his reaction, his touch, his things, whatever. You know, I am the guy who always consider myself as an expert of emotion. But after hearing and solving so many other people's cases, I'm asking myself: what the hell I am doing? Am I the right person needed help most? Somebody gonna help me? Buddha? God? Allah? No, no, no, they won't, just one guy can help me, that would be myself. How? One way, like my friends said, to be adult! God damn it, what?  

  Let me think about it: I am adult, but not adult. I wanna be an adult, so I must become adult. If I were not adult, I couldn't be an adult. Even I'm adult, if I were not adult enough, I am not an absolute adult.

  Wait wait wait, dear my friends, I know that you're confused, so do I. Who cares? I understand now, once I've got money, power, love would come to me, is that an fxxcking adult idea? Yap, that's right, and that's why.

  You see, I am really in a sick situation, but I am awake, I can control my words. So, I wanna thank June, your advice hit me, I really need to recharge, to refill my head. Besides, it's more important to do sth than to say sth, I get it, er, can I recognize that sentence as the meaning of "to chase a girl, I should definitely take some actions rather than just use my mouth?" Haha.

  Hey man, take it easy, do not scare, I am ok, I'm just saying some bullshit. If somebody willing to help me, please introduce one beautufil girl, or maybe woman, that's fine, to me, I will be so happy. That's simple, right?

Drop-dead crazy!