Sometimes, you can't save someone from themselves.
That night she listened to the Nirvana album again. In Kurt Cobain's voice, Irene heard a perfect and beautiful misery, a voice stretched so thin with loneliness and wanting that it should break. But his voice didn't break, and there was a kind of joy in it too.
I don't wanna be Courtney Love - I wanna be Kurt Cobain.
I'd love to be the new Kurt Cobain.
