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Some days ago, Emily asked about me... And the friend she asked, told me about it. After some weird round about way of going about it, we're finally talking again. And I am so happy.

We both realised that it was a huge misunderstanding and mistake and we know now that we should treasure what we have... Because you can always make new friends, but you can never make childhood friends again...

I don't like dwelling on the past... but I'm not the type of person to forget about things... Surprisingly, after talking to Emily, I found out just how much she thought my life was "Perfect". I can never understand how people can think my life is perfect or that I am "Little Miss Perfect". During the long talk we had, I was really amazed by what she had felt all these times when we were friends... Little did she know how much luck ran out for me once my mum divorced my stepdad...

Gwen was someone else who came to me and made me realise this incredibly crazy revalation. She "idolises" me and I still don't understand how or why. I wonder if people judge me just from what they see... and I wonder if they truly realise what a lousy example I am...

Life goes on... and only we know why we continue to struggle for perfection... The only time you can achieve happiness, is when you are content... not when you are perfect...