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I'm sitting here listening to various Elliott Smith tracks off his amazing discography. A type of music fitting for all moods and all types of people. A type of music so melancholy and retrospective that it actually enduces happiness, in me anyways. And I'm thinking to myself: He killed himself. He really fucking did it. Why?
I guess what I'm trying to get at is no matter how bad it gets, or what happens throughout your life, don't take the easy way out, that same way that Smith did. It's not worth it, and it's never really that bad. Life is something no one at any time should ever take for granted.
R.I.P. Elliott.
I guess what I'm trying to get at is no matter how bad it gets, or what happens throughout your life, don't take the easy way out, that same way that Smith did. It's not worth it, and it's never really that bad. Life is something no one at any time should ever take for granted.
R.I.P. Elliott.