When I Was About 11,

I Just Loved Storytelling. That's What I Thought I Would End Up Doing. I Thought I Would Probably Go To School And End Up Writing For A Magazine Or Something.

Sometimes I Wake Up In Awe That I'm Alive. I Can't Get Over That Part, So I Guess It Makes Me Kind Of Like An Existentialist.

I'd Done Two Years' Worth Of Extra Work, And All My Friends Who I Would Go On Auditions With Went To School For Acting. These Were Kids Who Knew When They Were 14 Years Old That This Was What They Wanted To Do With Their Lives, And They Prepared For It, And They're Getting Canned At Every Audition.

The Egos In This Industry Are Incredibly Vulnerable And Everybody's Afraid To Wipe Out. So Everybody Plays It Safe And Everybody Tells Everybody Else How Great They Are.

At School, I Was This Tomboy Kid Who Just Loved To Hang Out With Her Friends And Learn Curse Words, Trying To Fit In With The Cool Kids And Defending All The Kids Who Got Picked On.