I Can’t Believe I Was Almost Too

For A Long Time All I Wanted For Christmas Were Books About Outdoor Survival. I Was Convinced That The Woods Were Calling Me. I Camped A Lot, I Took Classes. At 18, I Told Myself If I Don't Live In The Woods By Myself By The Time I'm 25, I Have Failed.

I Had No Idea There Were So Many Ways You Could Burn Yourself Out.

But My Happiness In This World - My Level Of Peace - Is Never Going To Be Dictated By Acting.

I Can’t See Myself Pursuing Acting Strictly Outside Of What I’m Contractually Obligated To Do.

I Weep At Everything.