they say i can't...

i say, watch me.

i'm a dreamer and a doer. if things go as planned, ill be acting in l.a. by eighteen(;

Maybe kind of almost a little bit happy. It scares me. The higher the jump, the harder the fall. If i stay right down here on the ground I won’t have to worry about the pain. The happier I let myself be -the higher i let myself leap- the more pain I will have to endure when i come tumbling down. But what if i fly…
I’m scared that this teeny little bit of happiness I’m letting myself feel will be ripped from my grasp as it always is. Always, what a word. I can’t even begin to understand what it means. Always, that’s what he said. Or maybe I misunderstood…