“It is worth more to have a friend who can do a million things than to have a million friends who can do a thing. Friends may not be worth a gem, but a connection through heart may be all it needs to furnish/style friendship into good-friendship. Anyway, how do you define a good friend, other than the person who will suffice during the good… and also the tough times? A friend at heart is no stranger in time of need.”
People Eating People January 3, 2011
People Eating People – I Hate All My Friends
I hate all my friends, every single one. All they ever do is take things from me.
I hate all my friends, every single one. All they ever do is lie through their teeth.
Honest, you’ve made me SO honest, you’ve made me so angry, you’ve made me mean.
I hate all their eyes, every single one. All they ever do is scam, scan, and scam.
I hate all their eyes, every single one. All I ever see are daggers.
What are you whispering to them? Where are you taking your new friends? How is it everybody knows my name?
Oh, my dear old friend, where have you gone? I would’ve died for you, without a second though. But didn’t you know it; you were trying to kill me all along.
I make friends, then suddenly
I can’t stand to be around any of them.