First of all- Happy birthday, Kurt Donald Cobain. I do not understand your pain or for that matter, your music. I fail to understand why you would write songs like Pat Smear or Heart Shaped Boxes.. But then, maybe you are WAY out of my league to fathom. Maybe I am not meant to understand you. Maybe that’s why they call you a ‘genius’.
Lets take a lesson from this man. Lets learn to be a genius. Pff, not really. Just learn to value life. Everyone has pain, everyone suffers, everyone wants to die at some point in time but DON’T. Nothing matters more than life. So just stoping smoking! Nothing is so miserably wrong with your life that you have to be an addict. You aren’t the only one with probles, so stfu and drop the whole my-life-is-shit routine.
Take a break. If you’re so stressed, then go to Bali. (woohoo!)
And if you’re addicted, go to a rehab or something. (seriousy)
Quit, in the name of God, cuz no one is gaining a pound of good health from your smoke. You pollute. You dirty the roads. You make others cough. Plus, I am allergic. See? So many reasons to quit. 🙂
And if you cant quit, atleast smoke in a closed room with no windows so that the ozone lives. And, use a lighter- stop cutting trees down for matchsticks.
Grow up! And live.
And just FYI- this is what was thought of Cobain’s ultimate death, his ‘nirvana’ so to say:
I think that he committed suicide. I don’t think there’s a smoking gun. And I think there’s only one way you can explain a lot of things around his death. Not that he was murdered, but that there was just a lack of caring for him. I just think that Courtney had moved on, and he was expendable.