Diary of a Candy Crackhead
Yes. I finally know how it feels to be a junkie. Here I am, sitting cold-turkey by my laptop hoping a friend or someone can give me a "help" so I can advance to the next level. Someone? Anyone? Two people have already helped me. I only need one more person. Just one. ONE! I may even reconsider to believe in God. I pray to thee the God of Candy Crush, let there be help. Damn....useless. I constantly renew my facebook page as I nervously bite my nails and rock back and forth in an eerie manner. I need to play. I know I need to sleep as I need to wake up at the crack of dawn to make milk for my little baby niece. But I can't stop playing the darn game. I am VERY sleep as well should I remind you? Oh wait...did I tell you already or is this the first time I declare I am sleepy? The snoring of my parents' puppy is lulling me to sleep but the lure of evil Candy Crush Saga is greater. While waiting, I decide to replay the stages where I didn't score a high enough score (must top all my friends....must top the score....an evident sign I am OCD). So finally I realize I have to do something. Like a hopeless junkie, I intentionally sabotage my game lives by choosing the hardest levels I narrowly passed previously and face my horrible deaths. THERE, I ODed! I have no lives. I'm officially DEAD. Now I can go to sleep...if only I stop thinking about all those combination of candies in my mind.
Damn you Candy Crush. You should be named Candy Crack Saga.
Damn you Candy Crush. You should be named Candy Crack Saga.
Thanks again for the info.
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