Today I watch a movie about Michael Jackson and his trial on Netflix, and right now, I wish I could cry. But I really don't cry for anyone but family, me, and Jesus. I mean, the haters had NO proof. This one guy started talking about cutting off Michael's pe$$is and recording it and stuff. And there was this one guy who showed up with a puppet and started making jokes! The trial is NOT funny! Michael Jackson made history, he's a icon, and he'd never touch a child's private area.

Another thing I wanted to cry about was the fans, they fighted the haters. This one 18 tahun old quitted school and his job just to go and support Michael. Michael meet this one girl in the car and after the trial that girl died of cancer. Theey put up signs to cheer Michael from his h*ll. They didn't talk to the press because the peminat-peminat knew the press sunting stuff. The girl who made the movie did not understand, that made me mad. I asked my mom if she thought Michael was guilty atau not guilty and she berkata she wasn't part of that. I really didn't know if that was a yes atau a no. One time my big sisters old BFF came over and told me that I look like Michael and she berkata that was not a compliment.

And whenever I bringed up Michael Jackson, she'd talk about how Michael raped children and that she's grateful that he's dead. Good thing my big sister hates her now! I wish I could cry for Michael, but for some stupid reason... I can't.