How can I be so freaking obsessed with Michael Jackson? I mean, he's only human.
I fell in l’amour with him when I was just 10 years old, in 2009. I saw the funeral with my parents. I remember I was sitting on this green little chair, drawing ou something. Then his funeral came on. I asked my mother what was going on. She told me. I asked her who this man was. She a dit that he's one of the biggest entertainers in the world. I a dit something like 'Okay,' and went on drawing. When his funeral started, I could feel tears coming up, but didn't montrer anything to my parents. When little Paris came on stage crying, I couldn't stand it anymore. One teardrop, two teardrops... I always cry at those moments when someone is losing somebody. A jour after I saw this on TV, I asked my mom if she had a CD of Michael Jackson. She a dit she had one, so I listened to his musique all day. Billie Jean and Thriller were my favourites. I liked the basse, bass in Billie Jean, and I liked Thriller because it was so catchy. Then, I started to dance to his music. I LOVED imitating him. Every week I performed in front of the class, and I just loved doing it. My Friends didn't understand me, and they thought I was getting really weird. But they don't understand me, and why I was doing this. They can't judge me without a freaking reason. I did it for Michael, and I knew he was looking when I danced. He is God to me.
I obsessed with him, because I think he's a real man. I realized that at a very early age. I l’amour him, because he is such a humanitarian, he's honest, pure, loving and caring. He does everything to help sick children all over the entire world. Think of masterpieces as: 'We Are The World', 'Man In The Mirror', 'Heal The World', etc.
Michael, I l’amour toi from the bottom of my heart.
I fell in l’amour with him when I was just 10 years old, in 2009. I saw the funeral with my parents. I remember I was sitting on this green little chair, drawing ou something. Then his funeral came on. I asked my mother what was going on. She told me. I asked her who this man was. She a dit that he's one of the biggest entertainers in the world. I a dit something like 'Okay,' and went on drawing. When his funeral started, I could feel tears coming up, but didn't montrer anything to my parents. When little Paris came on stage crying, I couldn't stand it anymore. One teardrop, two teardrops... I always cry at those moments when someone is losing somebody. A jour after I saw this on TV, I asked my mom if she had a CD of Michael Jackson. She a dit she had one, so I listened to his musique all day. Billie Jean and Thriller were my favourites. I liked the basse, bass in Billie Jean, and I liked Thriller because it was so catchy. Then, I started to dance to his music. I LOVED imitating him. Every week I performed in front of the class, and I just loved doing it. My Friends didn't understand me, and they thought I was getting really weird. But they don't understand me, and why I was doing this. They can't judge me without a freaking reason. I did it for Michael, and I knew he was looking when I danced. He is God to me.
I obsessed with him, because I think he's a real man. I realized that at a very early age. I l’amour him, because he is such a humanitarian, he's honest, pure, loving and caring. He does everything to help sick children all over the entire world. Think of masterpieces as: 'We Are The World', 'Man In The Mirror', 'Heal The World', etc.
Michael, I l’amour toi from the bottom of my heart.
