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Merry Christmas.
Well, that's what people say at Christmas, right?
Except 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 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 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 fuckin' life.
Nobody would believe the shit that happens in my head, it's haunted.
Now that 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.
Рождество В Аду(X-Mas In Hell)
25-е декабря. 1986. Ван Найз. “Веселого Рождества”… Ведь именно так люди говорят в Рождество, верно? За некоторым исключением им есть кому это сказать. У них есть друзья и семья, они не сидели, словно обезумевшие, нагишом под рождественской елкой в особняке Ван Найза с иглой в руке. Они не сходят с ума, они не ведут дневников, и они-то уж точно не видят, как сгущается в ложке дух Рождества.
Я не говорил сегодня ни с одной душой. Я думал… Зачем мне портить им их гребанное Рождество? Я начал новый дневник, и на сей раз у меня есть для этого несколько новых причин. Первая: у меня больше не осталось друзей. Вторая: перечитав записи, я вспомню, что делал днем раньше. И третья: если уж я умру, после меня, в конце концов, останется эта небольшая премиленькая суицидальная запись о моей жизни. Здесь только мы с тобой, дневник, добро пожаловать в мою гребаную жизнь.
Никто бы никогда не поверил, что за дерьмо творится у меня в голове, но оно замуровано там навечно. Когда я, как сейчас, загашенный под наркотой, это напоминает мне какую-то виденную однажды тошнотворную театральную пьесу. Полчаса назад я готов был кого-нибудь убить. А еще лучше – наконец, себя. December 25th, 1986 - Van Nuys.
Merry Christmas.
Well, that's what people say at Christmas, right?
Except normally they have someone to say it to.
They have friends and family,
And they have not 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 watching their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon.
I did not speak to a single person today.
I Thought why should I ruin their 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 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 fuckin 'life.
Nobody would believe the shit that happens in my head, it's haunted.
Now that 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.
Christmas In Hell (X-Mas In Hell)
December 25th . 1986 Van Nise . " Merry Christmas " ... After all, that is how people say at Christmas , right? With some exceptions, they have someone to say it. They have friends and family, they did not sit like a crazed , naked under the Christmas tree in the mansion Van Naiza with a needle in his hand. They are not crazy , they do not keep diaries, and they have something for sure do not see how thickens in spoon Christmas spirit .
I did not say today with any soul. I thought ... Why would I want to spoil them their fucking Christmas? I started a new blog , and this time I have to do this a few new reasons. First : I have no more friends . Second, re-read the record, I remember that I did the day before. And third : if I die after me , in the end, will this small premilenkaya suicidal record of my life. There's only you and me, diary, welcome to my fucking life .
No one would ever believe that this shit is going on in my head , but it bricked there forever. When I , as of now, zagashenny on drugs , it reminds me of some kind of vision of one sickening theatrical play . Half an hour ago I was ready to kill someone . And even better - finally , himself .
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