So, first off –

All I did was send some emails. They arranged the rest of their stories, came up with some sob story and got her son involved. A truly messed up story, which is a pack of lies. I’m guilty of sending emails, that’s it. Oh, and calling her a narcissistic c*nt

My family are clowns, and love to make me look like one. I mind my own business and they clown me. They clown themselves. I’m done with the circus, now I’m onto the masquerade and no, my family are not on the invite list. Apart from my cherished favourites.