It’s incredibly comforting, in my moments of doubt and fear and insecurity, to think about my friends…. My friends are real. They’re the sort of people that I know are there if I need them, that will always be there somehow even when they’re not. They’re real people, they aren’t following me around to use me for something, they aren’t draining my emotional resources, they don’t plot to create me into something they want me to be… I love my friends. They make me feel better, even just to think about them.