Candy is candy.
Sweet and makes you sick.
Is that real?
You will never know if you didn't even try.
I've tried before.
Candy.
Too much, and you will sick.
I have something to say to myself about this:
"Suck it! You deserve it!"
Wait, why?
Not because I stole it.
It's because I like it too much.
So it's destroy me.
More and more.
So let's say that he is a candy.
He sweet. But because I like him too much, so he destroys me.
I don't know, maybe he didn't mean to.
But he did.
He destroys me.
Or..
I destroy my self.
Who ever did that, I destroyed.
Year one I hold him in my hand, everything just fine.
But when we took a step to year two, it differents.
Everything differents.
He changed.
Because of me?
Because of circumstances?
Because of what?
I guess, because I didn't know him very well.
So did he. He didn't know me very well.
One year we spent it to having fun.
The next year, we spent it with fight.
Like everyday.
I say 'that', he mad.
I didn't say 'that', he mad.
I do 'that', he mad.
I didn't do 'that', he mad.
I mean, I'm Mrs. Wrong.
Never had a chance to make it right.
This relationship is wrong.
I give up?
No.
I hold on for a year.
So did he.
He said he never want to hurt me.
But eventually, he did.
Always.
His words, his acts, everything.
In year one, we fight once a week.
In year two, we smile once a week.
What an upside down!
He changed, I changed.
I tried.
I tried.
I tried.
I tired.
I cried.
It's just wrong.
He can't do that.
I'm human too.
I had a feeling.
After everything I did to make him mine, that disguisting thing, I still wanna make this feels right.
I'm tired of wrong thing.
Can't I make this right?
I don't know, I guess I can't.
Maybe this is my punishment.
I stole him, so he turns to destroy me.
But however, I still love him.
I don't know what will I be without him.
I don't have any friends, I just have him.
The candy turns to a time-bomb.
And I carried that time-bomb everywhere.
Until one day, the time is up.
I pushed, so it explode.
I lose him, forever.
My feeling is dead.
My heart broke into pieces.
It really explode.
Right there, in the middle of my heart.
We're end.
