My life is like this fine looking and good smelling cake that once you put it in your mouth turns into ashes. I have everything and yet nothing. My friends seem to be close but are nice silhouettes whirling far away. My siblings are happy but we get a little bit more estranged everyday. I love and hate my mother maybe because we are a lot alike. I live in a bittersweet life. The bitter part slowly kills me by burning my body from the inside. The sweet part is like a candy to a child or drug to an addict it makes me wanting to have more and forget about the pain.