I BET WHEN SHE'S ALL ALONE AT NIGHT IN HER EXPENSIVE MANHATTAN DIGS WITH HER UGLY FUCKING CATS SHE MUST WONDER WHAT WENT WRONG. THE ENDLESS STRING OF MEN WHO CAME IN AND OUT OF HER LIFE AS SHE HEADS INTO THE DRIED UP EGGS STAGE OF HER LIFE, ALONE, UNLOVED, BARREN WITH LEGIONS OF TWEEN FANS AND HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF DOLLARS, SHE'S GOT TO WONDER WHAT THE FUCK SHE DID WRONG.

TWEETS LIKE THIS SHOULD GIVE HER A HEADS UP IF SHE WAS AS SELF AWARE AS A LIGHT BULB.