When people look at me, they wonder why I chose to be the villain of everyone's story. I've got everything, they say. And they're right. I do have everything. I've got the big house, the money, the fame and the popularity. But I've also got the back-lash, the insults, the heartbreak, the downward spiralling acting career, the psycho brother and his homicidal boyfriend and the homophobic slurs permanently carved into my skin. I've got the scars of domestic abuse and I've got the fake news pouring out of every newspaper in the whole of Florida. So, yeah, I've got it all. All of the good but so much more of the bad. Do you see now why I decided to become the villain of everyone's story?