Dear... Thing... or whatever the hell you are,
This is not going to be a nice post.
Reality check: you are not that great. So you packed up and drove all the way to LA from your nowhere town to pursue an acting career with having no place to stay and no idea what you were doing, and yet you've managed to do somewhat well so far (better than others I've seen at least). Snaps for you. HOWEVER. Your sudden raise in status doesn't exactly give you the green light to treat girls the same exact way YOU hate being treated. Not only is it hypocritical, it makes you ridiculously transparent. You can fool the rest of the world all you want, but I know that all you really are is insecure. And scared. And that for whatever reason, you feel like you need to validate yourself by treating girls (me) like they're worthless. Doing that is not the magic cure for your fears and insecurities though, sorry. So the girl you loved back home and was going to propose to cheated on you. Cry me a fucking river. Mine died in Afghanistan. You don't see me purposely breaking hearts left and right because of it, do you? In fact, what I went through was ten times worse than what you went through, and much more recently. But I still fought to make things better, didn't I? Ruthlessly, even. I didn't give up just because life decided it wanted to be twisted and cruel. Just because life knocks you down in that way doesn't give you free reign to run around and act like a fucking jigalo.
What makes it even worse is the fact that I am
pretty sure I am the sole reason you are still living out here instead of in your little nowhere town. All it would have taken was one little non-decision on my part, and you'd have been back to being a nobody. But no, instead I tried to help you. And for what? No really, what the fuck have I gained from this exactly? I would love to know. Because I'm pretty sure the last time we had an actual discussion, you apologized for everything and admitted you needed to respect me more... in fact, I'm pretty sure you PROMISED you would respect me more... well, I have yet to see it. Actions speak louder than words. And coming from someone who swears up and down all the time that they don't make promises they can't keep, it's pretty fucking ironic.
Ohh but lucky for me, I've lived in Los Angeles and been around the business my entire life, and I have seen your type before. Many of them. And they come and go, come and go, come and go. What is it about moving to LA that makes people think they need to turn into a completely different person? It seriously baffles the shit out of me. You don't get anywhere in Hollywood by being fake. You think that just because you tan and have nice muscles and good looks, you're a shoe-in for fame. You're not. You're a clone of every single other guy out here who are all doing the exact same thing. Directors get tired of seeing more of them same, when will everyone figure this shit out? They LOVE it when someone comes in that offers something different, something unique to the table. And I know you have that in you... but in your eyes, you think you're going about everything in exactly the right way. And you are... if you want to be doomed to commercials and AT BEST (still highly unlikely) supporting roles for the rest of your life.
Moral of the story? Your attitude is not cute to ANYONE. You can either adjust it and start being yourself instead of the fake front you put on, and have a real shot at being successful at doing what you love doing (although I don't know... half of these people don't even like acting, just the thought being famous. You sort of seem like you could be one of those). Or you can keep walking down the path of destruction you're currently on. But that doesn't pay the bills. And it doesn't seem likely that you're going to change, ever. So hey. I'll just let Hollywood do what I should have done a long time ago. Won't be long until it spits you out and you're forced to head back to your nowhere town anyway. Just like the millions of others before you.
Good fucking luck. You're going to need it.

- xburtonchic