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hey guys! I know I have been inactive for a while, and I am sorry. I feel like I lost the desire and the skill to write fiction, which sucks. I do write for the school newspaper, and plus homework made me forget how to write a decent fictional creative story. but that's not why I am posting this. I started this account back as a fifth grader in early 2013. By late 2013, I changed. I started listening to rock and alternative, specifically grunge, which was way different from my past tastes, like one direction (visit my old account, it is such a cringe). however, I loved it, and the bands I listened to every single day was Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Soundgarden, Temple of the Dog and Mother Love Bone. Fast forward four years later, and although I am not like the obsessed stan I was when I was twelve, and my music tastes have certainly expanded to other forms of rock, I still loved grunge, and I still listened to the same bands, not as frequently but I do. On Thursday, I woke up like I always do, and was in the middle of eating breakfast when I saw the news that Chris Cornell passed away. "That's impossible." I think repeatedly, and my heart starts to fucking race and my hands start shaking like a motor. A explosion of sadness and confusion occurs, and I spend the whole day thinking about him. A whirlwind of prayers for him, his family, why he did it, how. His death shocked me to the core. I admired him, loved his work and his persona. I always said I wanted to find a Chris to match my Eddie back then. He was respectable, awesome, talented, friendly and definitely an idol for me. I knew everyone suffers in some way from something, but I never expected his to be strong enough to cause him to take his own life. We loved him, I loved him, if you are reading this and are a fan of his you probably loved him too. I will definitely miss one of the people who changed my life. Thank you Chris, and I hope you rest in peace, along with Andy. ♥
1-800-273-8255= suicide prevention hotline