i’m not entirely sure where i’m going with this.  lately i feel so completely detached from almost everyone i used to be close to… i have gained the most amazing, compassionate best friend i could possibly have dreamed up, and all else has sort of gone by the wayside.  i can’t claim to be the victim, i played my part, i let things slide.

it’s a funny thing.  a substantial part of me wants what i used to have, the group, the smiling faces; simultaneously i’m very content knowing that those near and dear to me now would, have, and are willing to walk through hell beside me.

quality>quantity

it’s not that i dont love the old gang, or miss them… it does feel kind of like rebirth though, and for the first time starting over doesnt have to mean disappearing.

i think i could actually fall in love, with life and a girl, all at once and without fear.  as for the rest, it will work itself out and the thought isn’t nearly as scary as it used to be.