People only care about you for as long as it takes to eat you.
Friends are just people who eat you slowly, taking their time to savour your taste.
When the best parts are devoured, they leave you for the vultures.
It is not how it should be, friendship should be about empathy and sacrifice. About feeding them yourself, instead of taking what you want from them.
I tried so long to live like this, but in the end reality always wins.
People only care about you until all the good meat has been consumed.
If the meat is sour, if the meat is bitter, if the meat is is salty, no-one wants to eat it.
You are all cannibals, feasting on the flesh of others and claiming to be friends.
But are you ever there for them when the feast turns sour, spoiled, rotten.
You’re only there when it suits you, and don’t worry yourselves with bad meat.
I hope death is kinder than you ever were.