The funny thing is, I was always going to share with you. The process of creating together was going to give you everything you wanted and more. I don’t know what’s true anymore or what’s false. I don’t know who’s being honest or manipulating. Someone called me jaded tonight. I never thought that could happen. When did New York become the city where dreams die? I’m trying to hold on to that kid inside, the joy of it all but suddenly it’s starting to feel not worth it. I don’t understand a world or industry where there is a constant breaking you down. I guess I understand Juilliard, now.
3.14.20