"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

since I read the book I started listening to your music. I started to love your music and I started to like you as a person. It is 21 years ago by now. This whole week I was wondering what you thought before you… killed yourself. I mean, you died before I was even born but it’s like I can feel a connection. I fight suicidal thoughts and I can’t stop thinking about how I could kill myself, but you really helped me, Kurt. I mean, I can’t kill myself, because I need to know what’s happening after that. On earth. With all the people I loved. And I don’t talk about their reaction of my death. I talk about that you will never see Frances as the beautiful woman she is. You will never meet her fiance. You’ll never see Dave on a foo fighters concert.
I didn’t want to write this letter here, but I had to. I just can’t stand the fact that no one writes you on April 5th.
Your last words on your suicide note were:
“It’s better to burn out than to fade away.” But your fire still burns, Kurt.