"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

I’ve written countless letters to you before, even before I read “Love Letters to the Dead”, but since I just re read it I remembered how long it’s been. When I reached the last page I saw a link to where to write a letter if you want to. I decided to use this opportunity to tell you that I wish you were still here, because you deserve to be here despite your mistakes. I’ve told you so many times before in other letters, but I really, truly mean it. You seemed to make the world such a better place when you were here. But Kurt, I also wanted to say that despite me loving you so much… I have to say that I think you made some horrible decisions that make me angry with you, even now, years later. Even though I was born after you died…. It’s just, dammit Kurt. Why would you think that doing drugs would help? Why would you think that killing yourself would help? It didn’t. It only left your wife, your friends, and the rest of the world to grieve over you. I know you’re smarter than that.
There was a time when I thought everything you did was amazing. When I was young, and naive. But I can clearly see that you were a flawed human being just like the rest of us. In a sense, that makes me have more respect for you than I did when I was young and just loved you because I loved a couple of songs by Nirvana.
Whatever, this letter is pretty pointless. I guess, if anything, it shows that I’ve grown up enough to realize that you didn’t want to be anyone’s idol for a reason. I’m sorry Kurt. But I still love you, and I’m still angry that you’re not here to continue making beautiful music for us all to enjoy. That’s all I have to say. You likely won’t know about this, or maybe you will, I don’t know how the afterlife works. Goodnight Kurt.