I really appreciated his sadness. It was true, unlike Frank's cheerful manners. Kurt wasn't a bloody liar.
When you are down, when you lie to yourself every morning, when you can't look at yourself in the mirror because you are disgusted by your reflection, you appreciate people who are true.
And he was true. Or at least I thought so.
He didn't seem to pretend he was alright. We have all tried our best to look like we've got our shit together, but he just didn't give a damn. And it was refreshing.
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Sundays In the Sun
FanfictionSunday is a young, partially immobile woman fighting depression. she attends a support group in her hometown, Seattle, where she meets Kurt Cobain. Lonely Sunday and even lonelier Kurt become friends and he shows Sunday that even on a wheelchair, sh...
