I cannot sleep tonight. The city is burning, and the wind beats relentlessly at my window.

I don't like what I'm hearing. The thought of the love of my life fucking my so-called friend just kills me. The knowledge consumes me, shatters my dreams and hopes. How could she leave me for that superficial asshole? Everything I believed in is now under question. I feel so foolish. I denied it to myself because of the devastating implications of the truth. Insane lies, cheap emotions, worthless memories. What's there to live for once you realise you don't know your lover and you can't trust your friends? I built my life around these relationships, and now I find myself exiled to the desert of hard feelings. And in my confusion, daily life seems like an annoyance, an unbearable distraction. I need time to think. I need someone to talk to. I need to know I can count on my friends to care for me and help me deal with this immense betrayal. I have been bitten by a snake. My blood curdles and burns with the poison. But to kill the snake would be a pyrrhic victory. I need an antidote so I can once again feel the ground beneath my feet, and enjoy the slow breath and swell of being alive.