You are my Neverland
whisper9396
Posts: 149
Greetings, guys all. Also forgive me for my next off-day.
Today I would like to cry, but I can't. Tears stop somewhere in a throat. I want to cry that I learn human essence in its disgusting embodiment. The lie and treachery surround me and my family. Mass-media writes any muck about me and my husband. The Internet sites collect any garbage and gossips. People spread disgusting rumors about us. Friends use friendship for achievement of the purposes, and then betray. I have ceased to trust. I have closed the heart. I am afraid to have friends. I try to pretend that me it doesn't excite that I'm above all it. But it not so. Each time painfully, as in the first. Each time is blow. All is constructed on money. Nobody wants to create nothing. Only to live for the sake of the stomachs and lust. The beauty around is necessary to nobody, all to spit. Another's problems are necessary to nobody. All for the sake of money. Already almost 2 months I don't sleep. It devilishly exhausts. I drink pills, soporific, but it practically doesn't rescue. I so was tired of mankind, forgive, if it sounds cruelly. But I want, that 2012 has come, I whish, that all this dirt all over the world has stopped. I dream, that Dreaming Dreamers at last could live and create easy.
Thanks to Mo and Souza for this site and for materials which you laboriously collect. This forum - is my Neverland. Here I hide and I have a rest heart. I don't want to believe that MJ is dead, I don't want to believe that harm is so great in the world that is capable to destroy such person as hi. That God hasn't interceded for it... I don't want to believe in it, I can't. Today I with greed looked interview of MJ, searching in its words for answers to my questions. Whence it had so much sincere forces? Hi didn't surrender. Whence he derived strength? This person inspired me always. But as though I wanted to talk with him, to ask him questions on which I search for answers. Hi has such wise and the kind soul. His councils are so necessary to me.
I know, tomorrow I will find in myself new forces. But it will be (may be) tomorrow. Today I am broken, destroyed by the next treachery.
Forgive me the long message. Forgive bad English.
I love you, my Neverland.
Today I would like to cry, but I can't. Tears stop somewhere in a throat. I want to cry that I learn human essence in its disgusting embodiment. The lie and treachery surround me and my family. Mass-media writes any muck about me and my husband. The Internet sites collect any garbage and gossips. People spread disgusting rumors about us. Friends use friendship for achievement of the purposes, and then betray. I have ceased to trust. I have closed the heart. I am afraid to have friends. I try to pretend that me it doesn't excite that I'm above all it. But it not so. Each time painfully, as in the first. Each time is blow. All is constructed on money. Nobody wants to create nothing. Only to live for the sake of the stomachs and lust. The beauty around is necessary to nobody, all to spit. Another's problems are necessary to nobody. All for the sake of money. Already almost 2 months I don't sleep. It devilishly exhausts. I drink pills, soporific, but it practically doesn't rescue. I so was tired of mankind, forgive, if it sounds cruelly. But I want, that 2012 has come, I whish, that all this dirt all over the world has stopped. I dream, that Dreaming Dreamers at last could live and create easy.
Thanks to Mo and Souza for this site and for materials which you laboriously collect. This forum - is my Neverland. Here I hide and I have a rest heart. I don't want to believe that MJ is dead, I don't want to believe that harm is so great in the world that is capable to destroy such person as hi. That God hasn't interceded for it... I don't want to believe in it, I can't. Today I with greed looked interview of MJ, searching in its words for answers to my questions. Whence it had so much sincere forces? Hi didn't surrender. Whence he derived strength? This person inspired me always. But as though I wanted to talk with him, to ask him questions on which I search for answers. Hi has such wise and the kind soul. His councils are so necessary to me.
I know, tomorrow I will find in myself new forces. But it will be (may be) tomorrow. Today I am broken, destroyed by the next treachery.
Forgive me the long message. Forgive bad English.
I love you, my Neverland.
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Love Chappie xxx
Take care this is my refuge here as well as my family and friends think I am mad to think michael is alive but they don't know what we do so for me it's onwards and upwards with open eyes and ears and hope
You know, it is a shame to me that I am all have written. But also hold in itself I can not it too . I only was tired, imho. I try to keep philosophy of MJ's life in the my life. I try to keep the child in myself.
Thanks you big, you always find proper words for support.
sorry for mistakes
Are you Royality in Russia?
hmmm I see,,,, and no, it was not with sarcasm, it was an honest question. Sorry about the mixup with Russia. May I ask what level of government you and your husband are in?
Sorry for bad Eng.
With Love.