I know you're probably sick with all of the media about his death, but this is my journal, and you don't have to read it.

I haven't felt this sad in forever. Michael Jackson was more than a music legend to me. His music was therapy, his music is the reason why I have such a positive outlook on life. All of the things that came at me that could have fucked someone up mentally was deflected with my love of his music.

My dad has been an alcoholic since forever, and when he drank too much and decided to go after me and my mom, I was terrified! To keep my nana from worrying (She babysat me and my sister when my parents worked) we weren't allowed to tell her what was going on. So here are two little kids, scared to go home and only had each other for comfort. One day, while we were worrying about going home, our Aunt Leticia invited us over to her house, which was next door, we were too shaken up to have a tea party, so she put on the most kid friendliest movie she could find. That movie was an old, VHS of Michael Jackson's Moonwalker.

She put it in, and we were mesmorized. We'd abuse that old tape by playing it over. We loved all of the music and everything bad that happend the night before was instantly forgotten.

Even when things were going well, we'd still want to watch that tape because it was just so much fun!

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