December 25th, 1986. Van Nuys.
Merry Christmas....
Well, that's what people say at Christmas, right?
Except 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 Nuys
They're not out of their minds
They're not writing in a diary
And they're deffinitely 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 remmeber what I did the day before
And Three: So if I die, at least I can 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 fuck 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 theatre somewhere
Thirty minutes ago I could have killed somebody
Or better yet....myself
Det där är per definition "fucked up" och jag älskar det. Det här är verkligen ett soundtrack till ett liv. Ett hemskt, skitigt, ensamt och meningslöst liv.

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