Air to Breathe? Well, I Guess You Can't Really Depend on That.

Tonight, I'm haunted by trust, or lack thereof. Who can I trust? What is permanent? Oh, I'm at the mercy of myself again (here's to you, Sarah - woohoo!).

I've built so many friendships and relationships around me: those that I can lean on when I'm at my worst, those that I hold on to like floaties in a sea of storms.

But really, who are they? Why do they come to your aid? Is it just an exchange? Or is it a moment of sympathy - and when that moment fades, where will the people be? Will you be left asking, "What happened to 'friends forever'?" Will you be left holding nothing but your own shadow, berating yourself for how naive you are?

Do we actually have to tear apart the beautiful glowing surface of trust and say, "You've got to know who you can't trust and know that it's nothing personal"?

Nothing personal.
But didn't this whole life thing start off as something personal? ... Or did it all revert back to survival before I noticed?