That should be my nickname. I am a manic depressive, my moods do this:

Yo-Yo.

I am confused about my love life. It seems to be all over the place, I'm hot and cold. Here's what it's like:

Yo-Yo.

My weight:

Yo-Yo.

My desire to be in a relationship is funny, I want to be in a long term loving and idolizing relationship, but I want to be a free individual. My mind makes choices like this:

Yo-Yo.

If I quit my diet, I will become round like a:

Yo-Yo.

Yo-Yo's don't feel anything, or think about anything. they're made of wood, and their sole purpose of existence is to be played with and to entertain the user.