Once upon a time, there was a girl who wanted to fly.
17. Singer, Actor, Dancer, Dreamer.
Alabama, also known as Hell.
No, no, I didn’t know. I mean, I was very happy for her, uh, but no I didn’t. I think she’s very happy, she looks very— […] Yeah, I said “Congratulations,” you know, it’s great. I didn’t know if it was real at first, so I wasn’t sure if I should congratulate because you never know what’s real anymore.
I don’t think so, but never say never. Singing has always been a great tool for me but not something I wanted to pursue on its own. I’ve made a lot of promises that I’ll keep singing somehow, so I now have to figure out how I’m going to pull that off.
[T]he problem with acting these days is that only 20% of it is the actual craft itself and the other 80% is being a “celebrity”. It gets really disheartening and tiresome after a while. There’s a big difference between being famous and being respected. I think people get the two confused.
Hormones are not your fault and you can’t outsmart them. Don’t blame yourself for feeling things you can’t control. Trust me, you leave the human race around twelve years-old and don’t come back until you’re in your early twenties. Once you return you’ll see the world isn’t nearly as hard as it seems. You don’t even care about half the things you used to obsess over.