I don’t know about you but for me being an adult is the art of hiding my feelings, push them away and show only the good bits of me. I still have to perfection this art as I right now my feelings are explosive, my bad ones I mean. The ones that I write about here. I have to hide, and hide and hide. I know they can disappear. I know if I got a better job, if I wouldn’t feel bad physically, if I felt accomplished, I know I wouldn’t need to try so hard to hide them. Because I will have better things to think about. But these bad feeling are still there. And you know what. I think most people is like this. And thinking about others that might feel the same way as I do make me feel less awful. Because it makes me feel less lonely.