Every time I try to write something real and human I worry that I might offend someone because they'll know the characters I write about are them.
If I could have my way, I would only ever shoot with natural light and a fast lens, even though I know that I need to know how to light proper.
Every time I get that pang of loneliness I try to remember that I'm not alone, and that countless others feel the same way.
What I want is to create something perfect, but what I feel the need for is to create something people will like.
The hardest thing for me: In the end, all I want is to be appreciated for the work I do wherever, but if know one says anything, I won't say anything. I think that no one likes what I've done, but I won't speak up.
My dreams and reality criss-cross each other more often than I'd like, but only in demented fashions.
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