someone who understood me leaves me...the story of my life
elliott smith, 1969-2003...no one else can understand me. he knew me and knew we were going to meet so he put a knife in himself. no one understand my pain. no one understands me. conor and rivers, please, please don't die. we shall get together and write lifted fevers and pinkerdroit. i am a true poet. i am the best writer i know. i can put anyone else to shame with my writing capabilities and my vivid descriptions because i know pain. i know what elliott went through, and my parents say they love me, but they don't understand me. i am an enigma wrapped in question-marked wrapping. elliott, good-night and thank you for making this the worst night...ever.