Nowhere

It’s official.
I think I have lost the one thing I thought I would never lose.
My best friend.
Let’s face it people, we change. Those changes are not necessarily good.
And when they are not, shit like this happens.
I now find myself in a very bad position.
I cannot disclose anything (well most of) what happened because it is not my place to say.
Let’s just say that I found out myself.
And the blame has been shifted onto me about how I hate to not know and only found out because I pryed deep into something personal.
Which I did not.
So I find myself without a best friend, without anyone knowing the truth, without anyone to turn to, without a complete English narrative for tomorrow morning.
It is 12:30am and I’m up writing this 1000 word narrative due tomorrow... today.
I have been distracted all afternoon by this problem and now I aim to go to bed at 1am, not fall asleep until 3am. Wake up again at 6am and finish this narrative. So far I’ve written 556 words out of 1000. Great, just over half way.
Can someone FML?
I don't care that I'm probably claiming about some stupid insignifcant issue. To me this isn't and I'm deeply hurt by everything.