If I could<br>bind myself to this moment, to the slow<br><br>snare of its scent<br>what would it matter if I became<br><br>just the flutter of page<br>in a text someone turns<br><br>to examine me<br>in the wrong color?
I really fell into drama school - I had a lot of lot of luck. I didn't take criticism very well while I was there; in fact, I took it personally. With every note I got, I felt like they were telling me I was a bad person.