she's addicted.
those cravings for gummy worms have been killing her.
those sweet sugary multi-colored squishy candies of love.
she pines, hopes, dreams, and can't wait to wake up tomorrow to buy another bag.
she's un-healthy though.
her diet's on an all time low.
sure she gets a rush upon consumption
but the crash is killing her to depression.
losing interest in things she use to love and enjoy.
mentally and physically abused from lack of nutrition.
she sees the apples.
the grapes. the carrots. the healthy snacks.
she knows they'll clean up this mess she's wrapped herself in.
she knows they're what her body really needs to be strong and healthy.
but she reaches for those ill inducing gummy worms instead.
she loves them. loves the way they make her feel. she can't explain why.
she loves the taste, the look, the feel, everything about them.
blind to the side affects that leave her to slowly decay.
why does she do it?
why keep reaching for the worms?
the solution's there, why not follow it?
masochism? possibly. probably something deeper.
all her friends try to help.
"the boy's an asshole. he treats you like shit. move on."
"you can do so much better. you deserve so much better."
and yet, she still continues feeding into her addiction, her attraction
her "love", her "hottie", her "boyfriend"
whatever she'd like to call it.