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Perfection does not exist.

It does, even if just for a moment.

No. The illusion of perfection exists for a few moments. Then one remembers that there is no such thing.

Maybe to you but not to me. But if we all thought the same the world would be a boring place.

Though it might be a smarter place.

I don't know, I mean we wouldn't know the difference would we? We'd all think and act the same, we'd be bland.

If everyone had the same opinions as me, the world would be much smarter.

Or not, because those brilliant minds who change the world wouldn't do so. They would be just like you.

It's the way the world goes.

Hey Johnny.

Hey there sexy.

*Just about manages a smile*

You alright?

I'm hoping that things will only get better.

Well what's going on to be so bad?

My best friend wont talk to me, I've had a fight with my boyfriend and a friend of mine has been acting strange with me since he found out I had a boyfriend.

First things first is corner the best friend till you find out what's up then try and work things out with your boyfriend and then tell the other guy to stop being jealous.

My bestfriend is in love with me and I picked the other guy, the one I love. Things with Tommy are complicated, it's all new but I've loved him for three years and I want the whole world to know but I can't tell anyone who isn't close.

And Jack, he's got his own girl.

Then things are working themselves out right?

They're not.

I'm always here if you need someone to talk to Jude.

Thanks Johnny. I just feel like the moment I get happy something bad happens.

I have days like that trust me it get's better.

Days? More months.

Stay on the happy side of things.

I try to, we all have our moments.

I wish I knew.

I hate it when things go wrong.

Everyone does.

It's just one thing after another.

It's happening to me too.

Still don't want to talk about it?

...some people on my own world almost killed me.

Oh, I'm so sorry. People can be asses.

...I know.

I take it the news didn't go over well?

No. Jamie isn't talking to me any more and Tommy and I are fighting.

Oh, luv. That's terrible.

Are things always so complicated?

Not always, but sometime, aye, they can be.

I think I might bury my head in my album, see if I can get my new album off of the ground.