I'm pretty much taking drugs.

I don't think mango should be a fruit. In all honesty, I feel like mangoes are just too amazing to be fruits. Every time I'm eating something amazing, eg: lollies, chocolate, an entire cake to myself, I feel like I'm committing some sort of heinous crime and that I should be put away in a fatty ass prison where all the guards are skinny bitches and force you to do exercise lest they rape you into the night as you sleep and cry and dream of a better time that once was before the lollies, chocolate and entire cake to yourself. But with mangoes, it's just not the case.
I don't know if it's the same for everybody (although I don't have the slightest doubt in my mind that it isn't, as anyone who doesn't like mangoes probably doesn't even have any fucking taste buds and this disorder mustn't be blamed on the mangoes themselves) but mango is just amazing. During the mango season, I actually had like 4 mangoes a day, and I was like this is so awesome, I'm getting so fat, but I wasn't. If anything, I was surpassing the daily intake of fruit by 100%.
In fact the feeling that I achieve when eating a mango is probably the same as a heroin addict achieves when shooting up for the first time in 5 minutes- that of pure satisfaction. Hence the title of this post- I'm pretty much taking drugs. I love fruit. If I could just sit and eat fruit all day I would. I love fruit. I love it. I love mangoes.
I'm fucking addicted to mangoes. If you give me one million mangoes to eat for the rest of my life, I will eat them, happily. I will make love to mangoes and have beautiful mango babies.
This was a very boring post, I know. I'm sharing my love with you, of mangoes.

Lotta mangoes,
Naushin.

PS: I got a job at a fruit store.