My friends are my real family, the family I have chosen, the family that has chosen me, the family that won't hurt me or make me feel guilty or bad about myself. Last night I looked so pathetic a stranger bought my dinner and gave me a flower, that made me smile briefly. A stranger can be more caring and selfless than your own flesh and blood. I have to remember I know these things, to expect very little outside my circle of friends. I have to remember not to give these people power over me, the power to hurt and upset me. They have never been there for me before, I know not to expect anything different now. I refuse to apologize for who I am or censor myself, I spent far too long in a household where everything was a secret. I have nothing to be ashamed of.