December 25th,1986 Van Nuys
Merry christmas...
Well that's what people say at christmas, right?
Except for normallythey have somebody to say it to
They have friends and family
They haven't been crouched naked under a christmas tree with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys.
They're not out of their minds
They're not writing in a diary
And they're definitely not watching their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon.
I dind't speak to a single person today
I thought... why should I ruin they're fucking christmas?
I've started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons
One: I have no friends left
Two: So I can read back and remember what I did the day before
And three: So if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life.
It's just you and me diary...Welcome to my fucking life!
Nobody would believe the shit happens inside my head
It's haunted
Now i've come down from the drugs it seems like a sick play that I saw in a theatre somewhere
Thirty minutes ago I could have killed somebody
Or better yet...myself.