why did elliott smith have to die?

the question. the question. i am full of them. i am full of apathy and bitterness and boredom. i feel like i haven’t been honest with you. you’re reading this because… well, god knows why, but you’re reading this and i’m writing this so i may as well give you something great to read. no, but really… you’ve caught me on a bad day. all i can tell you is that life is fucking mundane, man. it’s the same thing over and over. the same people with different faces, the same feelings as they keep fleeting, and the same streets in different towns. i’m not just going to bitch, though. sometimes life needs to remind you that it doesn’t suck. today i didn’t wake up until 2. i skipped class, and i stayed in bed for as long as i could. why did i do this? am i struggling with depression? i don’t think so. i just didn’t want to get up because i knew it would all be the same. the same as yesterday, and the same as tomorrow. i have no purpose in life. that’s just the truth. i’m okay with that. anyways, today should have been boring, and it was for the most part. everything that was supposed to happen did. that’s what i hate about life. you can expect what’s coming next. it was all how it was supposed to be until very late in the game. i was waiting for my train and someone appeared. naturally people appear all the time, so why does this matter? this mattered because this person was a piece of something. i feel lately like i’m drawing a map and i’m missing pieces and they reveal themselves sometimes. so this person appears and they aren’t anyone i know, but they’re not a stranger and… it was the way it was supposed to be, but it was unexpected and it was necessary and beautiful. so much for revealing anything. i’m sorry. keep reading. i promise it will get good!