I wish I could be free from slaving reality show. They make me the worst life I could get for what I am, artificial life that forbids me from validation of growth and adulthood, in the wanted deceit of dream of childhood that Michael Jackson wishes for himself, in a fly on my wall insensitive in all that I feel, want and need. With his manipulative fashion, where he treats me with all the wrong and mistreatment he wants expecting me to be the perfect pretty girl saint in all ways, giving example of what a servant of his screen should be if you like him. Always venerating and totally unworthy.