December 25th, 1986, Van Huys
Merry Christmas
Well, that's what people say on Christmas, right?
Except for normally they have somebody to say it to
They have friends, and family,
And 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 Huys
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 a single person today
I thought, 'Why should I ruin their 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 that 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 theater somewhere
Thirty minutes ago I could've killed somebody,
Or better yet
Myself*This is X-Mas in Hell not Van Nuys*