"I know who I am inside and outside, and I know what I want to do. And I will always go with my dreams" -Michael Jackson
I apologize that this Michael Jackson tribute-esque post is way over due. The truth of the matter is I've been watching CNN everyday since he passed away trying to cling on to every piece of information I can (I haven't even had much time to post). It's not even that I'm particularly interested in how he died and all of the drama it's just that I feel somewhat sentimentally attached to his music/persona. I know many people write him off as being a creep, this and that. I'm ashamed that even in the aftermath of his death people I know call him a disgusting person. I mean, honestly? I think we live in a day and age where we should recognize that not everyone is perfect... But that's only half of it. Michael Jackson is a perfect example of how your childhood can psychologically effect you in ways you can't necessarily control. I suppose I'm a sentimental person but his life story has struck me in a certain way and I just can't let go. Since Michael's death (on my birthday, June 25th), I've listened to Man in the Mirror probably (at least) five times a day. It gets me every time.
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