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Merry Christmas
That's what people say at Cristmas, right? Except, normally they have someone to say it to. They have friends and a family, and they haven't been crouched naked under the Christmas tree with a needle in their arm like an insane person 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 a single person today. I thought, why should I ruin their fucking Christmas?
I've started a new diary with a few reasons. One, I have no friends left. Two, so I can read back and remember the day before. And three, so if I die, at least I leave a nice suicide note of my life. It's just you and me diary. Welcome to my fucking life.
Nobody would believe the shit that happens in my head. Now that 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've killed somone. Or better yet, myself.
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