I’m totally an anxious mess all the time. There’s a constant dialogue going on in my brain, and it’s just reminding me of all the failures that I have had, and all of the things I need to do, and all of the things I’m not doing good enough. Work is great for me because it focuses all of my weird energy into something that has an immediate purpose, so I think that’s why I like it. But that’s something I’ll get better with over time. I have no perspective on myself. In my head, I’m 17 years old and I have done nothing in my life. I forget that I’m on TV. It’s hard for me to wrap my head around that. This is a really strange job, to always be feeling like you never know if the show is going to get canceled, or if you’re not going to get another movie, or if people aren’t going to like you anymore. It’s a really fucked-up job, not a good job for people who have brains like mine. But now it’s too late for that, so I’ve got to just figure it out.