Not everything comes together in the best way ever every day. It just doesn't.

When I feel something in my gut, I can feel it physically. But my instincts seem to come from a different place - they feel headier to me, and I get the wrong scent, and go off on these whims where I think that something is happening when it's not.

This is life. Our bodies change. Our minds change. Our hearts change. Things are always evolving. I hope we can be supportive of each other and try to really have each other's backs, especially when we don't know the whole story.

Success to me is my friends and family are healthy and happy and I feel good about myself at the end of the night and I can sleep at night.

My parents are both very funny but they're also relatively soft-spoken, normal human beings while I'm just a lunatic. I don't know where this loud, ballsy, hammy ridiculousness came from. I'm just glad I followed my goals and my parents did too. It's not like we even had a plan when I dragged my mom to Los Angeles.

I definitely understood the feeling of moving to Los Angeles and having a dream to be an actor in films and to get to be a part of things that I loved and inspire people in some way.

I have been so deeply, profoundly lucky to have friends in my life that have always just loved me exactly as I am no matter what time period I'm in.