the thought of turning 19 depresses me 

there are no two words in the English language more harmful than good job

i've always been a believer of bleeding for your craft, and at the rate that im going, i think i hardly cut it close. while witnessing andrew get abused, whiplashed, all i felt in my chest was it clenching up, like a fist, and then pounding repeatedly against my ribcage. this film, is so dangerous, so threatening, so so scarring. i think i still have some leftover space in my heart, for what i was born to hold in my palm. be it a pencil or a bow, i only ask of God to give me the courage to give everything else up, and the opportunity to bleed for it. all i want is to bleed for my craft. and i will let it take over me, because, there is nothing else i envision myself doing, i am only me when i bleed.