In my head, I am charming

The problem with Josh is he has no sense of proportion. It’s like you shake hands with a hand buzzer, then he will pick your daughter up from school and not tell you. The sickest things were the small shit he used to do. I was always reading books on the set and he would tear the last few pages out of them! Also, at one point I was going through a really difficult time and I had this very sweet assistant who would write little supportive aphorisms on post-its and leave them in my dressing room, like: “I have the time and space to do everything that I need to do.” Little things like that. And Josh, who would apparently always go into my dressing room, would take those down and put things like, “There is no happiness. The reward is death.” “Will I ever work again?”