Life, nothing is ever perfect, we can make our imaginary places, with imaginary people, happy people, with smiles on their faces, but it still won't be perfect, deep in the minds of these happy people, hides their fear and sadness. They try to be perfect just like us, but just like us, they take our persona, and so they will never be perfect. So we tell our stories. their not perfect, but we don't care, we write them anyway.