She found me intolerable. But she got to know me, and I wore her down.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
She really mellowed me out that way. We both definitely grew with each other and with the whole experience.
There was just something about me she did not like.
But I've always been fascinated with that prettiest-girl-in-the-class person that I never was, getting inside her head and showing that she's just as tormented and messed up as everybody else.
I mellowed out; my daughter mellowed me out, and I don't get mad at anyone.
I couldn't write a female who fell to pieces every time something didn't go right in her life. She would just annoy me too much.
It was only as I wrote about it that I began to find paths of access to feelings that were intolerable to me then.
I met this woman, I fell in love with her, and I'm a public figure.
Other women looked on me as a rival. And it pained me a great deal.
I put the cameras on her and told her to be obnoxious as she could possibly could be. She was.
I worked with someone who told me they'd never like me. But for some reason, I just felt like I needed her approval. So I started changing myself to please her. It made me stop being social and friendly. I was so unhappy.