Going Off Script

I'm going off script; I lost it by the creek where we grew up. I've been straight from that thing my whole life: Smile here, lean in there, cry in scene 7.

But now my script has washed down stream, its pages soaked with lies and its words disfigured. Part of me wonders if it's always been like that.

INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY

We meet our main character, Solstice, talking to a friend.

FRIEND

You okay?

Solstice hesitates.

SOLSTICE

I'm fine.

[Pauses]

Just fine.

Solstice smiles. Her friend nods and walks away.

I know just as well as you do: I'm a bad actor and my script was BS. Now all I'm left with is a person whose character development isn't complete, whose plot doesn't have a resolution. 

I'm only half a character.

I just wanted to tell you: I don't care if I make no sense from now on. 
I am who I am. 
(Because, you know, Carpe Diem.)