Dear Kurt,

Did you really want to die? Was your heart that broken? Because I am... Once again... Crying from anguish, alone. In a hotel room. As always, I picture a gunshot wound to my head.

And as I'm nobody... To no one... The death would barely flutter an eyelash. And that feels fucking great as a human being!! Ya know????

I just wanna film my fucking movie on a.2 dollar budget. You think that's possible?? Fuck yeah.

Peace. Love. Empathy.