Baby, its cold outside.

Whats it like to be placed under a microscopic view where your shortcomings are 10 times more apparent than before and have the world scrutinize your every move with the burning anticipation of your glorious fall from grace? Isn't that what you thrive on,doesn't it quench your thirst for it? But aren't you human too? Aren't you ripped at the seams too? You're no different than me, them, or anyone else.