Growing up(FC)

      Every one wants to grow up, I never understood this. I've never wanted to grow up and now that college is getting near, my fear of growing up is becoming stronger. I don't mind being away from my family and being by myself, but who's going to take care of me financially. I'll have to get a job which I don't mind that much, but will it be enough to support me. Times are hard. Jobs are not easy to find. I probably won't be able to find a job I like and have to settle.
      Growing up is stressful. It's too much to think about at times. Most kids want to be independent and independence is fine but to a certain extent. At the end of the day you can end up alone. I don want to be alone.
      Don't get me wrong growing up has its perks. Not having to answer to anyone is one of them. You can come home at what ever time you want, do whatever you want and say what ever you want. You don't have to worry about upsetting anyone but maybe your neighbors. A down side to growing up is also that you have no one who cares what you do or say. For some things I like guidance.
      At the end of the day, we have no choice but to grow up. Some of us grow up faster than others, but we all have to do it someday. It really all depends on the adult you grow up to be.

My man Michael (PB)

      I love Michael Jackson. I love the way he dances and the way he sings. To me, he is the perfect person. I fell In love with his music when I was about two years old. I had his sparkly glove and socks. Over the years, my love for him became an obsession. I wanted to marry him. I didn't care how he looked, how old he was, I just knew I wanted him. Some times I thought that I wanted to be him instead of being with him. He loved monkeys. I loved monkeys. He danced. I danced. He sang. I sung. I loved him in every way. I don't know why, but his voice gives me chills still to this day.

      When I was four years old, I went to my first concert. Guess whose concert it was... Yes it was him. It was the tenth of September, 2001 to be exact. I'll never forget that day. I was wearing a green shirt with black leather pants and a leather jacket. I looked good. Michael wasn't the only one performing. Usher performed and I think Justin Timberlake did too. I wish the twin towers would have never fell down the next day, so I could of enjoyed this moment more.

      When Michael Jackson passed I was devastated. I think I cried that whole summer. I felt as if a part of me died. And still to this day I celebrate his death. He's finally free from the harshness of the weld. He was too beautiful of a person to even be on earth. He is an angel