And I’m really grateful for this.Â My sheets are sweat soaked every night as I anxiously toss and turn, head thrashing to and fro, pulling at my hair as the questions race through my mind.Â “Why?Â Where did it go wrong?Â Can they work it out?Â How are either of them even famous?Â What color lip liner does Marilyn Manson wear and can I get it at Sephora?”
I am convinced that celebrities that ask for privacy are the biggest attention whores out there.Â Ever notice how they go on about their breakup that no one cares about?Â It’s like “Well he really liked anal and I didn’t and then one night he just slipped it in without asking and that was the final straw.Â I ask for your privacy at this time.”Â Puhleeze.Â So here’s her official statement on the split:
Manson has been by my side and taken care of me through the best and worst times. I love him as a person and as an artist. I will always be proud to have been a part of that.
If any more attacks are made on us, it is the act of a desperate, selfish person, who is angry to no longer be a part of my life. No further comment will be made and we request our privacy at this time.
Right.Â Because whenever I love someone as a person and an artist, that’s it.Â You’re outta here.Â Â Obviously it could never work.Â Anyway, Evan, why not just be honestÂ with him?Â Like “you were so much more attractive to meÂ when you were married to someone else.”
And I want to see the long line of bitter and sobbing fools who are just so devastated as to no longer be a part of Evan Rachel Wood’s life.Â No such people exist except in her echoey little head.Â As a final observation,Â it amuses meÂ how she calls him “Manson” because she’s embarrassed to be screwing a guy namedÂ Marilyn.Â What aÂ bitch; he didn’t seem to mind screwing a girl named Evan.