I think it's time for you to say good-bye. No, not to your children - you already took care of that when you locked yourself in the bathroom holding one of them hostage, didn't show up for numerous court-dates to retain custody of said children, and neglected to show up in court yesterday for the last chance you had to get visitation rights.
No, not to your family - you've cut them out long ago, along with anyone who cared about the future of your life and career, only to replace them with creepy paparazzi dudes who spend their lives following you around and making money off of taking pictures of your vagina.
No, not to your career - that is long-gone, along with your figure, fashion-sense, sense of rhythm (see: "come-back" on the VMA's), your personal hygiene, your hair, your fake nails, your underwear, and your sanity.
No, Britney, I think it's time that you say good-bye to your life, that is, the way you live it. What are you doing? You spend your time shopping so the paparazzi can follow you, neglecting your children, taking multiple drugs, stripping naked in stores to try on clothes, flashing your vagina, shaving your head, talking in a British accent, screaming your head off at the people who follow you around taking your picture even though YOU - yes, you - call them in advance to let them know where you are and then eventually date them, and all-around just distract us from actual problems in the world. You have become such a crazy human being that you are constantly in the news, and until you remove yourself from the spotlight it's never going to stop.
Now, I'm not saying that I want you to die - in fact, I want you to get better. However, in doing that, I feel that you should get better far, far away - out of the public spotlight. Go to rehab. Get your shit together. Earn your kids back. Ditch the assholes that you are hanging out with who are bad for you and let people who love you back into your life. Buy some Pro-active. Stop wearing your wedding dress in public. Put on panties, for godsakes. Take out your hair extensions and be one of those pretty bald ladies who wear a lot of fabulous earrings. Throw out those goddamn brown boots that you wear every single day. Move anywhere besides LA.
You are an adult, and you being a "Disney child" doesn't mean shit (see: Christina Aguilera). Figure out that you cause your own problems, be a grown-up, deal with it, and stop sucking up our precious lives with the inanity of your bad decisions.
Sarah X Dylan