Sugar, let me lick you from head to toes.
I have to watch what i eat nowadays because my doctor said i’m intaking too much sugar, and my body is not reacting too well with it. I felt that i wasn’t even eating that much sugary substance, but it does make sense since diabetes run in my family (FUCK YOU, DAD’S SIDE OF THE FAMILY). I wasn’t too worried about not eating sugar when the doctor told me. In my head, i felt i ate more non-sugary crap than candy and what not.
Two weeks later, dear lord, i’m dying right now. I’m having sugar withdrawal, and it’s affecting my moods. I feel so empty and sad without sugar (no exaggeration). I never realized how much candy i eat! I can’t help myself when i see a twix bar or any chocolate candies. DROOL! I miss eating nerds, ice cream, and cakes. I fucken hate this so damn much. I feel like i’m such a sugar-addict, and i’m forced into rehab. Sugar is probably equivalent to about happiness in my life apparently.
So now, i’ve been reading the nutrition facts on anything to see if i could eat it. Thank god my chips have 0 grams of sugar; i would have died. Did you know that whole grain bread has more sugar contents than sourdough bread? That’s so fucken weird to me because i would think sourdough has way more since it’s white bread. I’m the biggest gum addict ever! I have to eat gum whenever i drive or really, anything i do; thank fucken god that’s sugar-free too!
My boyfriend offered to go on this sugar-free diet with me (he knows how much my heart belongs to sugar), but i know he said that to be nice. It’s the thought that count that made me feel happy. But fucken asshole eats all these sugar desserts in front of me that makes me all kind of excitement in my pants whenever i think of having those delicious, fatal temptable edibles touch my lips as drool run down my mouth and onto my neck as if someone kissed it. Whoa, now that’s just a very imaginative borderline-sexual thought of sugar there.
I’m in a heartbreak hotel. I somehow feel that i was forced to break-up with sugar because that sweet bastard kept playing with my emotions (literally, gave me pure happiness from pure sugar cane). Now i just want to crawl back into his arms, so he can smother me with his sweet kisses and have his body parts all over my lips and inside of me. Yeah, you’re thinking i’m fucken psychotic to create such sexual sentences about food, but fuck you and your opportunity to eat fucken sugar. Hope he fucken screws you over too, asshole.
SIDE NOTE: Since i eat sriracha every second of my life, i found out that has 1 gram of sugar in it. It’s obviously not that much sugar content, so it shouldn’t affect me right? Well the thing is, i wouldn’t be surprised if it did affect me since i practically pour a whole body of it into each meal i eat. I asked Deven, “What if that’s the cause to me having sugar overload?” He responded, “I’m sure you rather die and continue eating that compared to never eating that again and living for a long time.” My response?
