Courtney Love reminds me of my own mother, a woman so loathsome that two years after her death it stil nauseates me to think about her (how bad: she disinherited me, not that I want anything that belonged to her).
Love has that same peculiar horribleness, the same transparent meaness and self-love. Here is the witch talking to Vanity Fair: ": "It was my fault. I never read to her. Why didn't I ever take her to a Broadway show? She fucking loved those Broadway musicals! All I can feel is how much I love her. I'd give anything to hear the sound of her heels walking down the hall past my bedroom. I swore I'd never be like my mother but I'm just the same. She threw it all away and I threw it all away."
What is the fucking idiot talking about. Is she serious??? You mean it had nothing to do with her drug addicted, alcoholic, promiscuous indifference? It had nothing to do with her big mouth inappropriate and dishonest media manipulations. Nothing to do with her tweeting that she was worried Frances was taking drugs?
No. It is because Love didn't read to her.
This isn't self-delusion, this is lies for sympathy.