WE ARE FATED TO PRETEND

Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up the in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night's sleep again and will sped their lives wandering blearily around loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to make somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.