Langaði bara að leyfa ykkur að sjá hið umdeilda sjálfsmorðsbréf:

“Speacing from the tounge of an experienced simpleton who obvuisöy would rather be emasculated, infantile complainee. 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 ti be very true. I haven´t felt the exitement of listening to as well as creating music anong with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things, for example when we´re backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowd begins. It does´nt affect me the way which it did for Freddy Mercury who seemed to love the relish in 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 woulk 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 appreciade the fact that I and we have affectet and entertained a lot of people. I must be one of thoese narcissists who only appreciate things when the´re gine. Im too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regein the enthusiasm 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 set over the frustration, the guilt and empath I have for every one. There´s good in all of us and I think I simply love people to much. So much that it makes me feel so fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unapreciative, pisces, Jesus man! Why don´t you just enjoy it? I don´t know! I have a goddes 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, jassing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. Ans 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 and have empathy. Empathy! Only because I love and feel sorry for people to much i guess. Thank you all from the pit of my burning nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past yers. I´m to 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 altar.
Please keep going Courtney
for Frances
for her life which will be so much happier
without me. I love you I love you!

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”I like the comfort in knowing that women are generally superior, and naturally less violent than men. I like the comfort in knowing that women are the only future in rock and roll".
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