If anyone asked me if I were still depressed, I would most definatly say no, but to see people hurt Michael so badly makes me more sad than I have been since I got over the depression. I don't understand why. Hasn't he lead a tough enough life? He didn't have a childhood, he was accused of being racist because he got vitilgo, he was stalked by the media, and he was accused of child molesting twice, and for people to continue his punishment for a crime he never commited is not fair. But, I know that their words are not true, and I stand up for him whenever possible, which is what makes it possible for me to live with myself. And he said in an interview that he loves life too much to take his own life. I want to make him feel loved, because he is, if not by the world, then by me. By us.