i'm sure you've all heard it by now. it's all over the news and radiostations. layne staley is reported dead. dead of a heroin overdose at age 34. they found him in his house; he'd been dead for 4-5 days. and i feel nauseated. once again, another rock star has gone and done it. they've made our world of music and everything we belive in seem like total shit.
i just don't get it. i know i have no fucking idea what was going on in his head. i know i have no fucking clue what kind of life he led, or what kind of demons plagued him every waking minute. this is all very rational thinking. but when i heard the news, my heart sank. it sank to a part of me that hurt so much, it made me want to take a knife and dig it back out. it makes me angry at myself, too. why do i fucking care so much??? i don't even know the guy. but his music made me care. what a wasted life. what a waste of fucking time. he was only 34 years old. that was it. i don't care how much of the world he got to see, or what he experienced in that amount of time.....he didn't even BEGIN to fucking live. and now he has left in his wake something that i once thought was real, which has now turned to shit. just like kurt cobain, and the many others before him. i am really angry, and sad. i don't understand it. i don't understand it at all. peace, i'm out~ jj
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