I didn't know Kurt, but I know that when people look at me they see a ghost, his ghost. When I turned eighteen I inherited my trust fund which meant I could move away from mum. She's been in rehab again, it's no surprise, I use to think she was the best person in the world, guess I was wrong. My husband Isaiah is probably the only person I can trust and fully love without the fear of being let down. We live together in the house I just bought. "Is she on drugs? Hole or Nirvana ? Who's her boyfriend ? He's a gold digger". I try to keep out of the news because that's all they're interested in, ripping me apart, just like they did my father
