Candy Crush is Ruining My Life.

I'm writing this post while I wait for my friends to send me tickets so I can move on to the next episode of Candy Crush. UGHHH YOU GUYS. JUST SEND ME THE FREAKEN TICKET. I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.

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It's only been two weeks since I started playing. It's consumed my life. I think about it constantly. I see jellies, chocolates, licorice, candy bombs, striped candies, rumballs. Everywhere. When I close my eyes, I see them. When I look at my email, I see them. As I'm reading, I see them. When I eat, I think about how I'd rather be eating candy instead of whatever meal I'm having. I've even started to dream about playing the damn game. That's when you know you've got it bad--when your dreams are consumed with a game.

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The grass underneath me was plush and green. The sun warmed my arms and legs as I stretched myself on my back. My phone buzzed. My lives had been fully restored. FINALLY. With one life, I was able to move forward 100 levels. With a second life, I advanced another 50-some levels.

"Come on...Mom needs to see you," my sister said urgently.
"Yeah, yeah, give me a few more minutes. I'll come once I beat this level."
"That's what you said four hours ago."
"Alright! I'll come once I lose this life."
"...But that's what you said two months ago."
"What are you talking about? I've only been playing for a few minutes."
"No, you've been playing for eight years."

I looked up to see that my sister had aged. There were wrinkles in her face and her hair was short and grey. I never thought eight years could make such a difference on an Asian woman's face. I guess she was an exception. I tried to get up but couldn't; grass and plant roots had grown over me, making me part of the landscape. I struggled to no avail. My sister took out a chainsaw and ripped the roots from the ground without making a mark on me. It was scary but really neat at the same time.

My joints felt achy and I walked slowly up the hill.

"Where are we going?" I asked my sister.
"Mom's sick."
"With what?"
"We don't know. She's just sick. You could have cured her but you were playing that stupid game."

I felt sick to my stomach. I'd been rotting my existence away for eight years playing a never-ending game. And my mother was on her death bed. Worst person award goes to...yours truly.

When we got to her, it was too late. She was already in a coffin, ready to be buried. My sister started weeping and throwing random things at me. Her shoes. Her belt. A cage with a turtle in it. A pot with a flower in it. A tray of food. A stuffed owl.

Then it hit me. Well, things were literally hitting me, but it REALLY hit me. My mom was gone and for the last eight years of her life, I had been absent. I never once called to see how she was doing. Did she suffer? What about my dad? How was my baby brother taking it? WHO WOULD TAKE CARE OF OUR FAMILY!?!?

So I cried and cried and begged baby Jesus to bring my mother back so I could love her just for a few more minutes. Instead, the Candy King from Candy Crush appeared. He would grant me three wishes but only if ...something something...something......

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I don't remember the rest because I couldn't breathe and had to wake myself up. Thankfully it was just a dream nightmare. My pillow was wet, there was snot on my face, and my mouth was dry. I hate stress-cry-dreams. They're so exhausting.

I vow to stop playing Candy Crush...after I get to the top of the map. I want to know what's up there.

Am I the only person suffering from this!? What's wrong with me? :( Is this real life??