The worst thing about being with you, is that you are my own brand of Pepsi Cola. Being with you, is like drinking acid, but because you taste so sweet I keep running back to you, I started to like feeling the excess gas in my stomach so much I got used to it. You’re so acidic, I could clean the pennies of my piggy bank that I haven’t touched since I was 7… The dentist tells me to stop drinking it and validates his one-sided opinion with a load of comments like: “you’ll get cavities”, “you’ll get diabetes”, “you’re addicted” I’d happily lose my teeth for you, diabetes is NOT sugar-caused or addictive like caffeine, alcohol, cocaine or heroin etc. He puts me on a sugar ban... but without you, my mouth is dry, my moods swing like clock pendulums, my head feels like a stone being chiselled away, and my hands tremble with the withdrawal from you… I need you.
I finally get why people were telling me to leave you: I\'m better off without you.