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my mother called the other day to offer condolensces. condolensces can you believe that? it seems she's heard my show is going to be cancelled from some of her many, or well few friends. it's not true, though. not yet at least in fact we've been told we're getting more episodes. i'm pleased about that, i'm not going to cry if we get cancelled. these things happen. all i'm going to do is be happy that we got such positive responses from critics. sure it'd have been nicer had it been from the fans but i've got no control over that, do i?
i never imagined myself on a television series. it's draining and time consuming, and i fucking love every minute of it. it's a wonderful thing really, and i suggest that everyone do it. someone asked me if this meant my movie career was done and that's not what it means at all. the tv show was a new fun and interesting challenge. i'm proud of it.
i took your phone number off my speed dial the other day. it was one of the most difficult things i've ever done in my life but i'm glad i did it. i'm not sure there's anything left to say anymore. i gave you so much of me and then it was all thrown away. just given up on, and i hate that. i will love you until the last breath leaves my body but there is no point anymore. i can't keep biting my fingernails waiting for you to want me again. i deserve better than that.
don't give up hope on me yet, i've not yet given up on this journaling thing.
i never imagined myself on a television series. it's draining and time consuming, and i fucking love every minute of it. it's a wonderful thing really, and i suggest that everyone do it. someone asked me if this meant my movie career was done and that's not what it means at all. the tv show was a new fun and interesting challenge. i'm proud of it.
i took your phone number off my speed dial the other day. it was one of the most difficult things i've ever done in my life but i'm glad i did it. i'm not sure there's anything left to say anymore. i gave you so much of me and then it was all thrown away. just given up on, and i hate that. i will love you until the last breath leaves my body but there is no point anymore. i can't keep biting my fingernails waiting for you to want me again. i deserve better than that.
don't give up hope on me yet, i've not yet given up on this journaling thing.