The truth about the person you will never be

I wish I looked good wet.

God, I love/hate you. (Miramax/Paramount)

There is a version of me who has never existed, never tasted air or felt the sun on their face, yet I compare myself to him all the time. He is my nemesis. Why? Because he’s got it all.

I’m not talking about hick-town ambitions like being rich beyond your wildest dreams or even being Sunday Times bestseller six we…