That Michael Jackson documentary last night was so disturbing. It upset me … made me nervous.
I love him so much and to see him this way is awful. What will happen to him? I feel that we all must just watch him fall.
I watched it by myself last night, and felt almost like I was watching Rosemary’s Baby or The Exorcist … some apocalyptically scary movie that you really MUST watch with somebody else, in order to clutch onto their arm and not have to be so scared all alone. That was what it felt like. I made two calls to friends who I thought also might be watching, because I NEEDED to talk about it. But alas, nobody was home.
I love him. I’m sad.
