Mr. Daystar
In a bell tower, watching you through cross hairs.
I have no concern or pity or sympathy whatsoever for Britney. None! Zero! As for the postpartum depression, the divorce, Kevin, the paparazzi being the cause of her problems. BULLSHIT! Excuses, Excuses, Excuses!
Whatever happened to personal responsibility? Whatever happened to taking responsibility for your own actions and accepting that the things that you do are your fault. Not something or someone else’s fault. YOURS! We have been programmed to believe that nothing is our fault anymore. If you have something wrong with you or if there’s something wrong in your life, you have some kind of disease or syndrome or condition. Maybe someone convinces you it's mommy's and daddy's fault. And guess what? There’s definitely a pill you can take to get rid of anything you have wrong with you.
So you’re an alcoholic. Don’t worry, you have a disease. It’s not your fault that you went down to the liquor store and fucking bought a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of vodka and then commenced to downing both bottles within an hour. Not your fault at all. Remember, you have a disease.
So you’re fat. You guessed it. You have a disease. Don’t worry there’s pill you can take that’ll fix everything. It’s not your fault that your fat fucking lazy ass sits on the fucking couch all fucking day long watching fucking TV eating fucking Cheetos. Definitely not your fault. It’s not like you're the one that decided to sit on the couch all day long. How could it be your fault?
So you’re a young, successful, extremely wealthy, famous pop singer. Maybe your career isn’t as great as it once was. You have 2 young children at home. You marry a scumbag and then decide to get divorced. Then you decide to go out partying all hours of the night, drinking, doing drugs, whoring up the town. Then you decide to shave you head and enter and leave rehab three times in one week. But how on Earth could it be your fault? It can’t be your fault. That would just be too hard. You need something or someone else to blame it on.
This bitch needs to take personal responsibility for her actions and people need to stop making excuses for her! Postpartum depression. Give me a fucking break!
So just out of curiosity...how do you REALLY FEEL? And please...don't hold back!!
And for the record...you're right.