GODDAMN YOU, YOU FUCKING SLUTS! an ode to strange forgotten friendships in a series of unrelated questions.

where did they come from, where did they go, how do you get them back. stupid question. the past. you don't. when you judge yourself primarily through others and your relationships with them, what do you do when you don't have any? and how do people judge themselves if not through others? through personal successes? social ranking? those confident fat slobs raking in piles of cash, banging trophy wives. people want to be them. is that enough? if i sit at a computer day in day out, if i can't see my own penis without looking in a mirror, does none of this matter if we are given a little respect? a little power? one might say, none of it matters if i can have what i want, when i want it. does anyone really have this? or they just change their idea of what they want to fit what they know they can have? or to fit what others want? they came from inside me. i left them. you don't.