[Spoken Word]

December 25th, 1986

Van Nuys

Merry Christmas

Well, that's what people say at Christmas, right?

Except for normally, they have someone 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 Nuys

They're not out of their minds

They're not writing in a diary

And they're definitely not watchin' their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon

I didn't speak to a single person today

I thought, "Why should I ruin their fuckin' 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

[Interlude]

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[Spoken Word]

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