I Hope I Am A Psychotherapist's Dream.

Fame Made Me Develop A Panic Disorder.

I Feel Like I've Always Had Gay Fans, I Don't Think My Dating A Woman Has Changed My Demographic, But It Certainly Changed The Way I Feel About Politics.

I Don't Need To Be Rich Anymore; I Don't Need To Be A Millionaire.

People Aren't Honest About The Horrors Of Fame. The Downsides Are So Overwhelming That, For Me, There Is No Payoff.

When People Say, "show Your Face, You're Not Ugly." I Want To Say, "i Know. I'm Not Doing It Because I Think I'm Ugly; I'm Trying To Have Some Control Over My Image. And I'm Allowed To Maintain Some Modicum Of Privacy. But Also I'd Like Not To Be Picked Apart Or For People To Observe When I Put On Ten Pounds Or I Have A Hair Extension Out Of Place." Most People Don't Have To Be Under That Pressure, And I'd Like To Be One Of Them. I Don't Go On Twitter. Because When People Say Things Like, I Don't Know, "i Hope You Get Cancer And Die," It Hurts My Feelings.