Isn't it strange how we can have so many friends, yet feel so alone?
Isn't it strange how someone we know can become someone we knew?
Isn't it strange how someone we've never met can give us so much happiness when no one else would?
Isn't it strange how sometimes we trust people we don't even know over people we've known forever?
But most of all,
isnt it strange how we think we chose our friends, but can't tell a real friend from a fake?