So I went away for the weekend, to the most magical place I know. It is a place that is on the lake, outside of a small town. it is incredibly beautiful. There is a small sandy beach, and the swimming is great too. The water is fairly shallow and its all sandy as you walk out. It just feels magical to me. I can feel the spirit flow through me when I stand there at the lake, it's amazing. It's a place I go to to find peace and quiet. And thats what I did this weekend, although unfortunately it did not quite turn out that way. I wanted a weekend all to myself, and then my sister showed up. Not that i dont love her or like spending time with her, but she can be a bit difficult sometimes, a bit selfish. We get in to arguments often cause we are very different people. She is not very emotional, doesnt really know how to look deep inside of herself. Whereas I am very emotional and like to talk about my feelings and stuff. So this weekend I just didnt want any of those arguments, I just wanted to have time to look at my feelings and analyze and such. I had one really nice day, and then she came, and although it was still allright, it wasnt what I was hoping for. so i think I may have to take a trip there again later this summer, and this time i wont be telling her about it. I just really need that alone time sometimes to keep myself from going insane. I'm battling with a few personal issues that I really need to work through, that I need to find a way to deal with. I'm not in the mood to talk about those issues right now, but I will eventually.
The other thing that happened this weekend is that Michael Jackson died. surprisingly this was a huge shock to me and i was actually kinda sad. I know that in the past years he has gotten very weird but i cant forget the talent he had. I cant forget the fact that he once was the most amazing artist ever. I still love his music and still listen to it as well. I know he has been accused of touching little boys and things like that, and not that i think thats ok, or that I'm trying to defend him, but it has never been proven, and I guess it never will be. He is the kind of person that i found extremely interesting. Although it was very sad to see what he made of his life and who he became, it is interesting to me to know why he was like that. Why did he make those changes to his own body? why did he feel the need to change skin colour? I have sooo many questions, and they will never be answered. I just think that you cant judge someone until you truly know them, until you've walked a mile in their shoes. And who know what he had to go through in his life and why he ended up the way he was. Maybe I would be proven wrong, maybe not though. I guess no one will ever know. R.I.P. Michael <3
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