No,don’t. There are so many people who care about you. Your fam, your friends. Your life isn’t a story that you should end it. It’s a blessing. You have no idea how many people depend upon you. Please live. You never know maybe you’ll grow up and find the cure of cancer? Or be a successful singer? Or be a doctor who will save millions of lives.
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No,don’t. There are so many people who care about you. Your fam, your friends. Your life isn’t a story that you should end it. It’s a blessing. You have no idea how many people depend upon you. Please live. You never know maybe you’ll grow up and find the cure of cancer? Or be a successful singer? Or be a doctor who will save millions of lives.
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Kurt was a man who had a great childhood till the age nine. Then everything went downfall. It all happened when his mother father had a divorce. He started taking drugs and drinking. He was kicked from his house because of his addiction.
He started playing guitar at age 14. In school he met a school mate named Dave Grohl. Who also had interest in music. Kurt made a band named Fecal Matter, which one song was a hit and made Dave join. They later formed the band Nirvana .
They slowly started getting famous and in Feb 24 1922 he married Courtney Love. And on August 18, 1992 Frances Bean Cobain The daughter of Kurt was born. Fast forward to April 5, 1994 Kurt shot himself with a A Remington Model 11[14] 20-gauge shotgun. He also left a note which said “To Boddah
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.
For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.
On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!
I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.
I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.
Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.
Peace, love, empathy.
Kurt Cobain
Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter.
Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.
For her life, which will be so much happier without me.
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!”
And that was the story of Kurt. May he rest easy. And be in heaven without any tension or depression. Amen💔🖤