Dear Kurt,

It has been almost two months since my last entry and I feel as though I'm neglecting you. Neglecting a dead guy. What a riot.

I was scanning through the stations on a television last week, and I fell on your "Behind the Music" episode. I could only bare to watch for about 4 full minutes at the editing of the show. With all its glory to prove exactly how suicidal you were, made me cringe.

Life puzzles me. Every aspect. As one of my favorite bands say in one of my favorite songs of theirs (I refuse to mention their name or you would cringe) --

"Some...live the lap of luxury where everything goes right. And some... Live so painfully another day -- another fight."

The only question is --

Who decides?

Peace. Love. Empathy.