Are We Really All OK?

I sometimes wonder if everyone's life is more glamorous and happy than mine, but then I remember that I only see their lives from the outside, and maybe they're thinking the same thing about mine. That's highly doubtful, but you never know. Maybe I should just learn to be OK with my life. I guess that's what I'm in therapy to do, to learn to accept and maybe someday love myself.

In other thoughts, have you ever had a feeling about someone when you first met them and then they really turn out to be just like you expected them to? I hate how right I am sometimes.