Something that sucks about adulthood

There's a hurt only fully grown adults can feel. It's a kind of hurt that lacks melodrama. There's nothing in it that permits you to avoid feeling it's full sting. It's horribly unsatisfying. You know that as much as it hurts you the world doesn't stop for you and let you mourn. You're an adult so you still have to go on and deal with the world. You're falling apart on the inside but you still have to go and behave like you have it together. I think possibly even worse then that even you don't cut yourself slack for it. You tell yourself, "Yes it's sad but life goes on and even this feeling will pass." So as an adult you go about in your quiet pain until the hurt finally goes away.

Well as I am not currently a big fan of my writing so I'll stop here and let you think about what you've read here.