Hear what the silence screams

Today I had plenty of time to think. Today I spent over 7 hours weeding at work. My body shows it. But I had plenty of time to think.
And so I thought.
And I discovered that the strangest things can enter your brain when you are alone for hours under the hot sun.
One thing I thought was that I pity celebrities, especially the younger women, such as Paris Hilton. We all know she's going to jail and she's apparently so stressed about that. Not that you can believe 3/4 of what any magazine prints. Taking that with a grain of salt, it made me wonder what she's really like. I mean, I doubt that anything we hear about her is the truth. And it's a tragedy, that someone would have to live like that, because looking at her, having all that money and fame for no reason, she looks so spoiled. But I wonder, has she ever been real? Or has she always had to play the role the magazines demand of her, of spoiled hotel heiress? What is she really like, without the masks and makeup and money? If she could just be herself without worrying about how the photographers will relay her every move for the common folk? I pity her that she seems to never have had to work a day in her life for something she really wants, because money can't buy everything. I pity that she seems so fake and I wonder if she even knows who she is behind the masks. No one else seems to.