Am more attached to new people because of detachment from the group i used to be closer to. How often do we find friends that are with us from the start purely by choice, and not because we come in second? So we sometimes settle for second best and live with it, we call it fate and feel better about not being able to be with the ones we could've clicked fantastically well with. We play the rules of the game called fate, like game pieces of an unknown force. I do not really know why we live, but we just do as a grain of sand on the beach. We just live and do things. Just a bunch of incoherent, random thoughts.