There's This Idea That If You Take

It Really Isn't Anybody's Business How Many People We Have Working For Us. What's Offensive Is That I'm Portrayed As This Prima Donna With These Sycophants Telling Me How Great I Am All The Time. Yes, They Do Work For Me, But We're Working Together For A Higher Good.

Work Has Enhanced And Certainly Supported My Feelings Toward Myself, Because It's Been A Reflection Of Goals I've Set. But If You're Not Happy With Yourself On The Inside, Then What Does It Matter?

I Don't Like To Take My Clothes Off.

I Would Say What Scares Me Is That I'm Going To Ultimately Find Out At The End Of My Life That I'm Really Not Lovable, That I'm Not Worthy Of Being Loved. That There's Something Fundamentally Wrong With Me.

Certainly I'm Passionate And Driven And Quite Relentless When I Want Something.