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December 25th, 1996. Van Nuys
Merry christmas...
Well that's what people say at christmas, right?
Exept for normally they 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 Nyus.

They're not out of their minds
they're not writing a diary
and they're definitely not watching their holiday spirit
coagulate in a spoon
I didn'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 me and you, diary...
Welcome to my fucking life
Nobody would believe the shit happens inside my head
It's haunted
Now I've become 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.