December 25th, 1989
Merry Christmas...Well, that's what people say at Christmas, right?
Except for normally they have somebody to sway it to
They have friends and family, and they haven't been crouched
Under a Christmas tree, with a needle in their arm, like and 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 didn't speak to anyone today
I thought why ruin their fucking Christmas
I've started a new diary, and this time I have a few good 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'll leave a nice little suicide note of my life
It's just me and you diary...Welcome to my fucking life....
(music in background plays...then)
Nobody, would believe the shit that happens in my head....it's haunted
Now I've come down from the drugs, and seems like a sick play...that I saw in a theatre, somewhere.....
Thirty minutes ago I could have killed somebody...or better yet myself