And I have concluded that all words associated with love

are tools used to manipulate others to adhere to your desires, to suppress your appetite.

It is a hassle to carry on in such a sickening fashion

inconsiderately deriving yourself of any emotional pleasure out of spite.

However, to form false bonds with the weak willed is not selfish;

it is the peak of Darwinism, thus you are not at fault for being more cunning than the slabs of flesh you entice.

Masochism has intertwined itself into your method of survival,

and yet somehow you have found yourself craving more. No body will suffice.

Solely thriving off of bitterness and cruelty is torture.

Have you not any empathy? Do you feel remorse? Do you feel?

Living in falsehood hastens the deterioration of reality,

and even if it does not exist

all that matters

is your next meal.

*6:54 am. 7 April 2020. A Tuesday.