I usually don't share extreme emotions I feel with anyone, especially when it comes to being sad. And I really didn't find myself drawing something like this anytime soon.

On the day it happened, my mother called me and asked if I knew what had happened. When I said yes, we both sobbed over the phone.

I couldn't even watch ten minutes of his screened funeral, without tears blocking my view of the TV. I left the room, came back, and saw little Paris crying, and then the process just repeated itself.

Now, suddenly everybody is trying to pal up to him, now that he's a corpse. No. Just the other day you were saying he molested children, and now you say you love him, AFTER his death?

I loath those people. I hope they rot.

Really. How dare him for acting like a compassionate human towards others.

Like someone who actually gave a fuck about others, unlike everyone else nowadays.

I hope I (embarrassingly) bared my soul enough for you.