[00:12.66] December twenty-fifth, nineteen eighty-six
[00:15.05] Van Nuys.
[00:17.45] Merry Christmas.
[00:19.04] That's what people say at Christmas, right?
[00:21.44] Except normally they have someone to say it to.
[00:24.36] They have friends and family,
[00:26.74] And they haven't been crouched naked under a Christmas tree
[00:28.87] with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys.
[00:34.82] They're not out of their minds, they're not writing in a diary,
[00:38.54] And they're definitely not watching their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon.
[00:43.32] I didn't speak to a single person today.
[00:45.18] I thought why should I ruin their fucking Christmas.
[00:48.63] I've started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons.
[00:53.14] One, I have no friends left.
[00:55.53] Two, so I can read back and remember what I did the day before.
[00:58.73] And three, so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life.
[01:05.36] It's just me and you, diary. Welcome to my fucking life.
[01:48.92] Nobody would believe the shit that happens inside my head, it's haunted.
[01:53.97] Now I've come down from the drugs
[01:55.30] it seems like a sick play that I saw in a theater somewhere.
[01:59.34] Thirty minutes ago, I could've killed someone.
[02:01.98] Or better yet, myself.
