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 f**ing 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 f**ing life.... (music in background plays...then) Nobody, would believe the sh** that happens in my head....it's haunted Now I've come down from the d**, and seems like a sick play...that I saw in a theatre, somewhere..... Thirty minutes ago I could have k**ed somebody...or better yet myself