I try to remind myself that all of this could be over tomorrow, because I could wake up and magically be 35 feet tall and not be able to act in movies anymore.
I have like three hairs left on my head. A hairstylist will come in and put all this fake hair in and it looks luscious and amazing. And I’m like, god, I feel a thousand times better.
So many of my friends are older, and the people I work with are older. I guess I’ve gotten used to hearing people say, “Oh, you’re so young,” even though I never really agreed with that. Now I get their perspective.
