what could i possibly say?
i think i just discovered a disturbing fact about myself. it makes a lot of sense; the reason i love theater so much, the reason i'm a good actor.
"i" do not exist.
i can't be me. i put on a mask with everyone i see...even myself. i try to be who i think they want me to be, or who i want them to think i am.
i'm a freaking chameleon. and i'm so good at putting on faces that the only difference between my life and acting is that when i act, it's scripted.
it makes you wonder why i'm not any good at improv.
this kinda sucks. i wish i was somebody...anybody.
i wish i was me.
"i" do not exist.
i can't be me. i put on a mask with everyone i see...even myself. i try to be who i think they want me to be, or who i want them to think i am.
i'm a freaking chameleon. and i'm so good at putting on faces that the only difference between my life and acting is that when i act, it's scripted.
it makes you wonder why i'm not any good at improv.
this kinda sucks. i wish i was somebody...anybody.
i wish i was me.