Excessive

I finished reading one of the many Kurt Cobain biographies last night and it was quite depressing and a little upsetting, but I enjoyed reading the book. I feel haunted by his life, his creativity, his artistic expression and his motivations are all not what the public thought and his life was such a waste, such wasted potential.

I despise interacting with other people more and more as the years go by, and it's at the point where I become visibly uncomfortable when attempting to pretend to give a shit about something that someone is saying. I used to be better at pretending, and perhaps I had a greater desire to belong and be accepted, but I guess now I just don't care. It's something that's been bothering me lately... listening to people try to small talk with me, and I just can't bring myself to fake it anymore.

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