Once upon a time there was a little boy who was loved by his parents and was raised to be one of the most well-mannered boys ever. The boy lived in a charming neighbourhood with a whole bunch of smiling elves. The boy eventually grew up and picked a well-mannered wife to settle down with. The couple grew old and had many children together - this is a lie.
If you haven't figured it out by now life isn't full of happy, smiling elves. Life is not easy, you have to work for it. To live a satisfying life would even be okay. If you can come home at the end of the day and say you didn't die, that might just be fair enough. The so called 'perfect picture' does not exist. I'll admit that I was never quite as naive as other children but I never expected life to be cruel beyond the point of making me beg for death to come. I learnt all of life's difficulties the hard way.