Hello. My name is Kurt Donald Cobain. On the 20th of February, a cold day in 1967, I was conceived in a small town called Hoquaim. When I was young I was a bronchitic child. I was always very sick. By the time I had turned seven my parents divorced and things went downhill from there. My mom was a cocktail waitress and my dad was an auto mechanic. After the divorce I did not feel loved or secure anymore. I had found myself being swapped back and forth between my relatives after a while. At one point and time I even found myself homeless and living under a bridge. As a result I was always getting teased.
High school was not that great for me. Bullies always picked me on. I used to get beat up by jocks that thought they were tough. Finally, after a while, I got fed up with them so to get even, I spray painted “Queer” on their vehicles.
A fragment after all of this I finally decided to leave my past behind me. I left my residence in Aberdeen and moved to Olympia. I decided to form various bands to keep occupied. Although there were many different bands there was only one that we chose to turn into an actual well-known band. The name of the band that we finalized was named Nirvana. Our biggest hit was “Smells Like Teen Spirit”. Just about everyone knew the song, listened to it, or had at least heard it once or twice. My band members and I had become overnight millionaires.
When I glance back at all of my accomplishments, I also have a few regrets. One of my regrets is the way that I treated people back in high school. Two wrongs definitely do not make a right anyway you put it. Overdosing on prescription pain killers and being addicted to heroin is a major regret that I hold inside, but the thing that I regret most is holding that gun to my head and pulling the trigger. That is one thing I could not go back and change no matter what.
It all goes back to that night I was determined to leave this world. My wife Courtney was an individual with an ungodly amount of drug connections. She had connections to many other illegal things as well. As many drugs that she has seen, she disagrees with doing them.
So here I am with every connection to anything that you could possibly think of. I had great access to a lot of mind deranging drugs. Craving to be happy, I thought the drugs would solve my problem. As a result I started thinking about things in a different respect to life and became very depressed.
After a few hours of contemplating about what my past had consisted of my depression grew increasingly worse than before. I remembered there was one thing that made me happy. I was digging through an old dusty box that had held what I was looking for, a picture of my parents before they decided to divorce. To my surprise I did not find a picture, but much more, I found the gun that I figured would save me from myself.
If I could have changed things I never would have chose to do the things that I did. I made many mistakes in my life, ones that cannot be taken back or forgotten about. It would be impossible to erase my past. It would be for anyone. Your past is there with you for the rest of your life and that is something you yourself cannot change. With a few unwanted exceptions, my life was going great for me. I had everything that anybody could ever dream about. The fact in the matter is I let a few bad things drag me down from being happy like I should have.
