Like a bored housewife, depressed about where her life has gone and how her fairy tale wedding and dreams of a prosperous, happy, romanticized life didn’t really work out for her, trying to squeeze into her wedding dress to commit suicide in, not being able to fit one leg past where her waist once was, because she had given up long before actually deciding to end the pain that tuesday morning while the unappreciative kids are at school and the detached husband who resents her for not being the girl he married is at work, making the whole scene all that more sad to watch through binoculars from the next door window, you know with the whole breaking down and not following through with her earlier plan, because killing yourself next to your dress just doesn’t have the same dramatic effect she was aiming for, to have at least one thing you’d read in a classic love story happen to her in her life, Mischa Barton and her recent weight gain are fighting with her jeans….because I guess food and booze is the only substance that can distract her for her dying career….and here are the pics.