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So! I’ve never kept a journal before. I know that’s strange.
Aren’t girls supposed to be all about that? Writing down our goals and dreams, the eye color or the odd boy we can’t stop thinking about, and manifesting, manifesting, manifesting…
That’s what my girlfriends in acting class are all about, anyway. Write it down and make it happen. Write it down and believe it.
Bullshit.
(Daddy hates when I say that; ha!)
I didn’t get to this train station by manifesting. I got here by doing.
I suppose that’s why I love acting so much… you can do anything, be anyone – no manifesting necessary. Besides, I’m only good with other people’s words.
So, yeah. I’ve never kept a journal before. But today, for the first time in my life, I am at a train station and I will be in Hollywood in 2.5 days, and I am going to have a story to tell. What is in this book will mean something someday to someone.
I’ve just bought this notebook at the gift shop and I’m a bit disappointed – it’s so dark!
