no cares. I was one of those kids: “If you laugh at me, laugh at me.“ I
don’t have that censor, which is important in this business because
you’re constantly told: “Gosh, you didn’t look very good. You don’t look
pretty in that scene, or you didn’t do that right, or you’d look so
much better if your hair looked lighter.” You really have to have tough
skin or you’d end up like a heaping, crying mess all the time.
The kids who lived but they have emotional traumas because every of their friends is dead or in a mysterious figure in the water and they actually deserve the whole world but the world is cruel (a word who here means shitty place to live) and i love them so much and ugh.