You don't get betrayed by strangers. No, my friend, you only feel that deep hurt with people that you love. Maybe that's why I'm so cynical now. I don't trust. I don't love. I don't do anything, but exist. Quite frankly, I'm content with just existing. Because once upon a time, I was living and I was betrayed by the one person who's supposed to protect. I just numbed the pain. Eventually, you realize that the pain has consumed you and you're only numbing your entire being. P.S. I hate you all!