Майкл Джексон

It was another hari without Michael. Wait until it's a year. My phone rung "Hello. This is depression you're calling. What anda want?" I groaned "Hey , single lady. It's Danny." He answered. I quickly hung up the phone. It rung again "What do anda want from me?" I moaned "I got something for anda , babe." He berkata as I quickly woke up "First. I'm not your babe. Secondly. What did anda get?" I asked as he chuckled "I'm coming over today." He whispered as I looked at the phone like: The fuck. I hung up and stayed in tempat tidur drinking a glass of Whiskey as the door opened "Danny , what have anda brought...

I looked around the warehouse. It was spacious and big with a broken windows and broken glass on door. There were rats scattering around the corners and nibbling on dead rats and squeaking. I looked up at one of the guys "My name's Carmine." He berkata as he took his pisau and softly caressed my cheek again , I looked the other way while he grabbed my face "Don't be such a bitch. I might cut off your pretty face." He pushed my head back while his assistant , brung a bucket of water "Here anda go." He berkata as he gave Carmine the bucket. He dumped the water on me then untied me from the chair and...

I truly believe that each time he berkata that,he meant it.
He is one of the few reasons why I'm still alive.
He made me believe that I was not alone.
I believe he'd cinta me,no matter what I was,but he'd cinta me for who I am.
The reason why I'm writting this is because since early 2012,I have bulimia.
It was HELL,no matter what I did,I'd always finish the hari throwing up in the cold bathroom.
And I cut a few times,my body is a terrible mess,but my mind is even worse,although I almost don't throw up now
Today,I'm better,but still...not fully recovered.
THIS is a way of telling people that I cinta MICHAEL,that...