LeAnn Rimes Craps Out Her Feelings To People Magazine Instead Of Her Therapist

LeAnn Rimes is still in some kind of weekday inpatient treatment center to deal with the anxiety she gets from fighting with her Twitter haters, and since she wants privacy during this difficult time, she took her always open mouth to People. Naturally. Yes, LeAnn should be barfing out her emotions to her therapist, but speaking to her therapist in private won’t get her name in People magazine! It’s all about priorities.

LeAnn tells People (via Radar) basically the same shit that her rep said to People when she checked into that fancy spa of feelings last week. LeAnn’s haters always throwing shit balls at her for running her bull dozer vagina over married peen has filled her with so much anxiety that she has to take out her frustrations by getting into a bikini and posing for the paps she called herself. LeAnn put it like this:

“I’m happy and healthy. I just want to be happier and healthier more consistently. I don’t want to wake up and not truly be enjoying my life and these amazing things around me.

Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I see a child then I look and see a woman who should be turning 60. I’ve always taken care of everyone else, and I think I’ve buried some issues for a long time. I’ve been built up and torn down, built up and torn down. It’s been difficult to tune people out, especially in the last few years. Now, I’m starting to care more about me and not what anyone else thinks.”

For someone who has “always taken care of everyone else,” bitch talks a whole damn lot about herself. Bitch not only looks a dehydrated, shriveled down, shrunken Stuart Smalley, but she acts like him too. It’s all HER HER HER HER HER. No wonder she’s always mouth queefing out her feelings to People. Because even her therapist can’t take her whining about herself all the time and he gets paid to listen to other people’s problems!

And I’m surprised that when LeAnn looks in the mirror, she doesn’t see one of Eddie Cibrian’s side tricks peeking out of the closet behind her.