Hi my name is Sara an I'm a ding addict. I started using ding a few years ago. At first it was casual..you know..just once in a while..when I was bored. But then..out of no where..I started using more and more each until soon..I couldn't control my ding use. I found myself using at just the mere hint of a special ding to come my way. I thought ding was friend. Ding came into my home..made me special when he gave me what I needed at a special price. But after today I realize ding isn't my friend. He has teased me and sucked me into wasting countless hours of my life on him. Waiting..just waiting for him to give me that special again. But, now I know, no matter how good ding is to me, ding will never be as good as the first time he came into my life. Damn you ding, damn you to hell!