She kneels in front of us all, face earnest as she focuses on me - "I'm worried about you, Emma." Well go be fucking worried! Don't tell me in front of the entire cast how my depressing writing worries you - don't hold me! - and now you look half-scared. Something in my furious mind must have leaked into my face.
You judged my film first without even seeing it. I say "I made a film!" and I expect to be congratulated on my creativity and bravery, on sharing a part of my with so many, but no! Instead "I'm worried about you." How am I supposed to open up to you in front of so many others? Is this anything other than a power show?
I expected more of you - but I guess I shouldn't've, not after the last time I opened up to you.
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