Thought-provoking

When people are sleeping around do they ever think of friendships and if there’s any at all? And why are you sleeping with someone who wouldn’t care if you’re dead or alive? Like imagine times you’re alone and really have no one, and you get sad and you think bout the people you’ve met, people you’ve kissed, people you’ve slept with and than how many of those lovers or sorta friends can one really depend on?