Hm, giving myself a break feels quite nice.
I’m messy, and difficult, and kind of awesome.
I hate everything that makes me depressed and anxious and I would quite happily take all the drugs in the world right now and just OD. Forget everything, fly and die. Fuck this.
Open auditions for Star Wars, you say?
Nah. Not interested…
is what a stupid person would say.
Oh gods, yes.
At 23, can I look like I’m in my late teens?