The next thing that happened is something I will never forget. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I hung up the phone and sat down, feeling that my life was over and that I would never be able to continue as an actor. My dreams had been crushed. At first I was depressed, but then I got angry. I called James up and breathlessly barked at him that we were “going to make a film with our own money”. No more fucking around. No more bullshit. He would direct it, and I would write it and act in it. If no one in the industry would give us a break, we would create our own."

“It’s going to be two actors in one room”, I told him. “The cheapest thing we can do.”

“...all we need is an idea.” - Leigh Whannell

About Me:

My name is Very F*king Confused; what's your name?

Make yourself comfortable; and welcome to my world.

Twenty years young, studying Forensic Science and trying to pursue my dream career. Writing has been my passion from a young age, and I love sharing what I have written in the hopes that people can enjoy the words that form in my questionable mind.

I’m a film buff, and have such a big collection of films that it’s surprising I can ever get anything done with my life. I write sporadically due to my increasing workload, but I am trying to get all of my stories that are incomplete/on hold finished soon.

I have an account over at Livejournal.com where I write the majority of my stuff, soon I will be adding it to here. If you want to add me over there, feel free: