I was crying just now, for Michael Jackson, not cause he was King of Pop Music or whatever, but cause he fucking inspired me ever since i was 6, cause “Michael was a personal love of mine. A treasured part of my world … “. Shall he perfectly dance in peace.

Anyways .. this is the most true, most honest and saddest monolouge I’ve ever heard. It’s from a incredible depressive movie called Synedoche New York.

PLEASE READ THIS :

“Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make. You can destroy your life every time you choose, But maybe you won’t know for twenty years, And you may never ever trace it to its source, And you only get one chance to play it out, And they say there is no fate,
But there is;
It’s what you create.
And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, You are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second.
Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born.
But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right
And it never comes, or it seems to but it doesn’t really.
So you spend your time in vague regret,
or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected. Something to make you feel whole. Something to make you feel loved.
And the truth is I feel so angry.
And the truth is I feel so fucking sad.
And the truth is, I’ve felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long, And for just as long, I’ve been pretending I’m okay, just to get along, just for…
I don’t know why.
Maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery;
Because they have their own.
Well,

Fuck everybody.
Amen.”