Happy Endings Are Just Stories That Haven't

I Wish I Could Find People Who Just Would Fight Me And Break Through To Me And Hold Me Down And Scream Their Life Into My Face.

I Used To Think I Was Unstable, Because I Had This Thirst For Something. I Could Never Figure Out What It Was. I Couldn’t Sleep At Night, And I Always Wanted To Be Somewhere Else. I Have A Window Tattooed, This Little Box, And It’s Because Wherever I Was, I Wanted To Be Somewhere Else. And, I Always Saw Myself, Wherever I Was In Life, Staring Out The Window.

We Did Work Together Surprisingly Well, More Than I Thought We Would, Because I Didn't Know Before We Met If We Would Actually Work Together Really Well, And We Had A Great Time.

It's Hard No To Work, So I Find A Way To Put Myself Back To Work. And I Think It's Important, In Between Projects, For Me To Sit Down With Who I've Just Become And Allow Her To Continue To Evolve And Find A Home Inside Me Before I Go And Become Somebody Else. But I Think I Also Need To Learn To Relax And Not Prepare Too Much, Just Enjoy Life. I Notice That My Characters Go Out To Dinner And Have Fun And Take These Great Trips, But I Spend So Much Time On Their Lives, I Don't Have Much Of A Personal Life Of My Own. I Have To Sort Of Remember To Fill Out That Little Notebook On Me.

Therapy? I Don't Need That. The Roles That I Choose Are My Therapy.