I've never really into Nirvana, let alone Kurt Cobain. Their only album I had was Nirvana MTV Unplugged in New York (1994), but last week I bought Kurt Cobain: Journal on my trip to Bangkok. Previously I read the review on Ika Vantiani's blog and really intrigued with Cobain's letter to Courtney ("I wear you on my sleeves", awww). This morning I leafed through the pages and I found few good writings.
"I wish there was someone I could ask for advice. Someone who wouldn't make me feel like a creep for spilling my guts and trying to explain all the insecurities that have plagued me for oh about 25 years now. Wish someone could explain to me why exactly I have no desire to learn anymore. Why I used to have so much energy and the need to search for miles and weeks for anything new and different, excitement. I was once a magnet for attracting new off beat personalities who would introduce me to music and books of the obscure and I would soak it into my system like a rabid sex crazed junkie hyperactive mentally retarded toddler who's just had her first taste of sugar. This weeks obsession, vagina medical books, the meat puppets and"
Cobain just left the note above unfinished. I looked over his handwriting, not that fancy type, but readable and make the journal so intense. Later on, I found a how to read a Kurt Cobain's Journal.