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So here I am. Henderson, the pinnacle of my dreams. Why do I feel like a person playing dress up. Like a kid on a Home Alone movie. Too small for these big people clothes, too tiny to carry my groceries on my bike at night, and too lazy to wipe my dripping nose on a tissue. I came here to prove something right? To family that didn't think I was strong enough. How I wish it was just a movie, and that I could just come home every night after acting.