Not everyone is the same.

I have insecurities, I know I do. I'm about as far from perfect as anyone can get. It's always been hard for me to open up to people, even people I consider friends. I tried to change that as I started to get to know more people last year.

I've gotten to know a great number of people in the past year that it still amazes me. I also have to remind me that not everyone is going to treat me like someone else did.

I thought I had gotten past it, but I guess when someone treats you like shit, makes you feel crummy, it rocks your faith in people and it lingers.

I got a bittersweet reminder from my friends about how true friends are. They listen to you. They don't judge you. They help you up when you trip and fall flat on your face, when your insecurities rear its ugly head and you worry that they'll react the same way that one person reacted. They accept you, flaws and everything.

I just have to remember that.