There has to be more. More than this shabby life I'm living. I'm in a world that has no meaning to me. In a world that strives for perfection. I am guilty of that. But in striving for perfection, we create imperfectness. People think money is the root of all evil. Bull-crap. It's a sick masochistic vision we see as perfection. In a world where perfect is everyone's own happy, fairy-tale ending. Well here's a rude awakening for you. There's no such thing as perfect. Only in our minds. Reality sucks. Get over it, you idiot.