Get up, go to work, do a job. And the whole time, the world has no idea how hurt we are. Some people do, but to the outside, it looks like we've got everything together. Well, we don't. And basically, none of us do, even the ones who are “better off” than others. But yet, we expect ourselves to be this very high-functioning, always-happy, everything-handled person... even in the face of copious history pointing to the fact that we are not and never have been (except for spectacular discreet moments) that perfect person.
