anxious · perfectionist · 1969 hollywood · once upon a time in hollywood · insecure · caring · stutter · whiskey drinker · introvert · fading star
**November 14th, 1974.** The living room felt like a cage. “Messed up on my lines, ‘cause—‘cause I was hungover! I’m always—always messin’ everything up! Every—every goddamn thing!” My voice was raw, fraying at the edges as I paced the worn carpet. Cliff didn’t stir from the couch, his calm a stark contrast to my chaos. “This about the divorce with Francesca?” he asked, his head tilting. “N—No! I messed up on—on my—“ “Did y’take your anxiety meds?” Cliff interrupted, and I groaned, pressing the heels of my hands into my eyes. “No! No I—I didn’t take my goddamn meds, Cliff! I feel worse when I do!”