A list of Kurt Cobain’s “likes” from his journal entries.
“I like punk rock, girls with weird eyes, passion, to complain and do nothing to make things better, vinyl, write poetry, various styles of music, nature and animals, sleep..”
Most being sarcastic or humorous toward him. (part 1) - (part 2)
It’s not idolization of suicide–or of someone who committed suicide. I don’t idolize anyone who has committed suicide, nor will I ever. I find the mind and work of Kurt Cobain compelling, I don’t idolize him.
I feel like I was made differently… my brain is just made wrong. It’s so different from everyone else’s–or maybe that’s my ignorance. I don’t seem like a person with anything, and maybe that’s the case for some other people. I’m just in pain. I want to write, I want to not.
I feel like music is so integral for someone to really make their thoughts fluid. What is it about my mind that makes me want to kill myself, but for selfish reasons. In reality, all suicide is selfish, but maybe the committer isn’t aware of that. To them, their just breaking of the sore, the main issue that’s preventing them from happiness: life. But that’s such a blanket statement on its own. None of it can be fully determined.
Having no one over and over and over again makes you aware that you in fact are the problem, and unfortunately your personality is simply shit. And I know that about myself. There isn’t one good thing about me. But I can't tell people that because then it would appear as if I’m looking for more pity, which is exactly what my brain is doing. I blame myself. I never have any friends because I scare people, I’m aggressive, I'm not funny, I’m not smart, I’m not kind, I’m not attractive, I’m not needed.
Portray sincerity act out of loyalty
Defend your free country wish away pain
Hand out lobotomies to save little families
Surrealistic fantasy bland boring plain
Holy now in restitution
Livin' out our date with fusion
Is our whole fleece shun in bastard
Don't feel guilty master writing
Somebody says that their not much like I am I know I can
Make enough up the words you go along I sing then some
Sickening pessimist hypocrite master
Conservative communist apocalyptic Bastard
Thank you Dear God for putting me on this Earth
I feel very privileged in debt for my thirst
Downer