I walk around with a purpose, keep an attitude of confidence wherever I go, I'm friendly and sociable with people I pass, making light-hearted small talk about the weather in elevators.

Inside, I'm a nervous wreck, no idea what I'm doing, constantly questioning how stupid I must look to people around me. The thing that keeps me going, though, is the thought that the only thing worse than constantly worrying about how I appear to people, is people knowing that I'm worried about how I appear to them.

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