I can see it now, young girl sitting by her keyboard in a dark room, the glow of the monitor reflecting of the trails of drying tears......
"Why doesnt he answer!" she screams, rocking her monitor back and forth on the desktop. More minutes pass and she realises The Perfect 1 has forgotten her, lost in a sea of friends and other nameless faces.
The next morning they find little susie dead of an overdose.
Dont join myspace, the life you save might be your own.